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emoweeb-the-simp · 1 year

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someone said yes to the tf2 post so fuck it we ball with

general merc relationships hcs!!!

(friendship & dating)

i'm trying to make this as gender neutral as possible. also no romance w pyro bcs i hc him as aroace :) s/o means significant other, but in this case, a petname for a gf, bf, etc!

Scout

() scout is the friend ever

() he has got your back!!!

() adhd icon

() maybe with enough convincing, you teach this man how to READ.

() ...& then he falls for you.

() he just sees you one day & is like "wait why are they cute now"

() he just starts joking about wanting to date like "yo what if we kissed lol" as a joke

() & YOU ACTUALLY KISS HIM.

() he's red now

() like

() redder than a cherry & tomato combined

() he makes it real obv that you both are dating, he means well though </3

() "GUESS WHO'S GOT A (s/o) NOW!!! SUCK IT!!"

() will stop if it makes you uncomfy or embarrassed :)

() huge on pda & petnames but they're corny petnames

() only problem is that he is easily jealous.

() "HEY! that's MY (s/o) pally, find ya own!"

() if some knucklehead even thinks of flirting with you, he will give them a very strongly worded speech about his s/o being his

() not to the point of being a yandere though, he will fight a dude for you but he won't (intentionally) kill someone!

Solly

(bear w me i'm not too good w soldier)

() this man. is autistic. i can confirm because i am autistic with adhd

() no convincing will change my mind

() ANYWAYS you are the most active person on the field other than scout

() & brave at that

() when this guy yelled at you, you kept a straight face

() no reaction or tears

() if you hate loud noises, he will be a lil more quiet to you after that :]

() also you became soldiers favorite person in the base bcs of that

() but the exercises are NOT easier but the only exception is that if you aren't really fit or you have a medical condition. he is NOT a monster.

() "MAGGOT!!!! JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE MY BEST FRIEND FOREVER DOES NOT MEAN IT SHALL BE EASIER!!!"

() this man can GRILL

() he has some good grilling skills, but not cooking skills.

() solly slowly falls for you but doesn't even know it.

() & when he DOES realize it's love, he is IMMEDIATE to ask you

() "HEY CUPCAKE! DO YOU WANNA DATE ME?"

() you are VERY flustered

() but you return his feelings ofc & now when someone slightly insults or teases you, he will yell at them.

() "MY (s/o) IS NOT A BASTARD, YOU ARE!!! NOW DROP & GIVE US 20!"

() you are his chill pill. you're the only person who can calm him down

() like scout, he easily gets jealous.

() he thinks you're a blessing to 'murica & he NEVER says that to anyone so he means it <3

() he has a hidden soft side that you activate in him & it is the most adorable thing ever <333333

Pyro

(nonromantic btw)

() you became besties the day you understood him.

() he isn't really a bad guy :)

() he is roommates w engi.

() "ah, ya here to see pyro again? don't stress about it, hun, come on in." :)

() you LOVE drawing together

() he compliments everything you do & hypes you up!! :D

() MANCHILD

() despite being besties, he will NEVER. EVER. show what's under the mask.

() only engineer & medic know, & they will NOT tell you. >:(

() "sorry kid, i can't tell ya what's under the mask."

() "HAH! do you zhink I vould tell YOU?! not in a MILLION YEARS!!"

() you're one of the only people stopping him from "going into pyroland" (committing arson)

Engineer

(tw: amputation mention!! just one but STILL!!!)

() you show a heavy interest in scientific/engineering stuff

() so

() you attract him

() he shows you his gunslinger, short circuit, etc., & you're all impressed

() you then ask if he had no arm at birth so he made the lil hand attachments & he just goes "oh hahah yeah yeah..."

() he had it amputated by the medic turns out. he keeps it a secret between himself & the doctor to this day.

() he has

() the best

() cooking

() ever.

() like fr

() LET. HIM. COOK.

() when he falls for you, he immediately knows

() but he's been heartbroken before

() so, he just stares at you with loving eyes, daydreaming about a future life that may never happen...

() ...until py(b)ro does eventually make him confess because he learned from the doctor that compressing feelings is bad & it is big nono bad >:(

() he couldn't say no to that level of cuteness! so...

() he confesses to you via love song on his guitar

() ain't no way you're saying no to this. if you do, no you didn't you said yes shhhhhh

() every once in a while, he'll let you hold his gunslinger hand :')

() it's cold but also warm?????

() but fyi, he is a busy man

() you have to remind him to sleep or he will accidentally pull an all-nighter

() but his cuddles make up for it ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

() SOFTEST TUMMY EVER <33333333333333333

() you help each other with burnout ofc

Demoman

() you stole his last scrumpy

() oh boy was he PISSED at you

() you two both yelled at each other & it almost got physical

() ...

() then you two became best friends.

() like WHAT IN THE HELL?

() so now you both share drinks every night together <3

() which is how he fell for you

() you're tough, strong, & also a lil sassy!!

() he took a lil too many drinks one night &-

() "eruhhhhhh i think i love ye man..." & then proceeds to slur his words furthermore

() you're cuddling him when he wakes up & he almost has a heart attack

() but he doesn't leave your arms

() he snuggles closer to you <3

() this man is tied w engineer for the best cuddles imo they are TEDDY BEARS

() protects you at all costs

() oh btw his eyelander hates him being so lovey-dovey

() but you two will have small talk

() do not touch eyelander

() DO NOT TOUCH EYELANDER

() DO N O T TOUCH EYELANDER

() eyelander will be pissed & trying to attack you while demoman will worried

() not fun. 1/10. do not recommend

Heavy

() you were fluent in russian & english

() so you served to him as a translator for a bit

() he seemed intimidating

() one day you were doing your workout in the base & heavy noticed & was like " little person strong??"

() so you & him are gr8 friends now

() will give you a crumb of the sandvich

() that's it though

() you are always complementing sasha/sascha & apparently heavy can speak gun because heavy is saying that sasha/sascha says thanks :)

() idk if it's sasha or sascha i seen both so bear w me

() he eventually, like everyone else on this list, falls for you

() like engineer, he makes some sort of art with words for you

() unlike engineer though, it's a poem <3333333

() it's specifically in russian so no one but you or him can understand it

() became lovey lovey with him FAST

() he is the equivalent of a bear

() a lil intimidating at first

() but depending on who you are, he loves you <3

() will stop guys flirting w you UNINTENTIONALLY

() "hey sweetch- HOLY SHIT-" *running* () "hm? why..why was little boy running?"

() if he ever forgets a certain word in english, he comes to you :)

() lifts you up A LOT

() he means well by it

() if you tell him to not do that, he ofc will stop for you

Medic

() you didn't take his bullshittery. you were thinking:

() "MAN IF YOU DON'T CUT THAT SHIT OUT-"

() but instead of thinking it, you accidentally said it.

() oops.

() thankfully it was just you & him.

() you knew a thing or two about medical stuff so you two bonded!!!

() you, him & engi helped w experiments that either of you had!

() you also talked about random things

() he is secretly a softie & falls HARD for you

() like with engi, he's afraid to tell you because he's been heartbroken as well,

() but he does want to be alone with you more often than usual,

() so you figure him out & wait

() he does eventually confess, & was very relieved that you felt mutual with him

() yeah you two spend a lot of time together more, but ofc you still hang out w engi!!

() it wld be very rude to just leave him behind like that >:(

() although he will accidentally pull an all-nighter too if you forget to make him come to bed.

() calls you "mein Täubchen" or any other german petname he can think of

() you & his doves are close friends

() OH one time you & him were practically cuddling on his chair while he was working right, & then archimedes flew on down to your head & rested there

() you're sure it was to just get medics attention but medic LOVED it

() you were asleep though :(

Sniper

() loner

() you become friends after making sure he isn't being attacked by a spy

() you give him a warning sign that there lies a spy

() now he lies behind sniper

() "ey, thank ye for earlier"

() "ah no worries, i'm always glad to help!"

() you'll visit his van & chill

() doesn't even realize he's fell

() he just zones out on you a lot more.

() you confess first & he's like "wait that was the feeling?"

() he's never felt this way give him a break </3

() shy, at first

() he does branch out to you more

() takes you out on camping & maybe hunting dates if you're comfy with it :)

() keeps the relationship PRIVATE

() "ey look luv, as much as i love ya, if we share this with anyone, our careers are done for"

() means it in the best way though

Spy

() flirts with each other abound

() started as jokes, ended in actual love

() you eventually ask "hey are we actually dating?"

() he says "maybe, if you want to" to mess w you & flirt

() you SWOONED just by those words

() so you two are ALREADY dating

() you go FAST with him friendship & relationship wise

() by the second date, you two probably 👉👌

() of course, he is taking this relationship TO THE GRAVE.

() if ANY rumor were to get out about "spy has a (s/o)", he will deny it until EVERYONE is convinced.

() he loves you oh so much

() he TRULY means well & will protect you by any means necessary

() after he checks everywhere to be sure nobody is looking, he'll show you what's under the mask & tell you his real name

() the only rule with that is to call him by his name in private

() & ONLY in private

() outside, you two may never be alone

() he'll ramble to you about his life as you sleep on his chest <3

sorry it took a bit, school & life always kick my ass

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #scout tf2 #soldier tf2 #pyro tf2 #demoman tf2 #engineer tf2 #engi tf2 #heavy weapons guy #heavy tf2 #medic tf2 #sniper tf2 #spy tf2 #emoweeb actually has inspiration wow(emo writes)#THE SILLYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (tf2 tag)

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i-may-be-short · 3 years

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CHILUC INCORRECT QUOTES PT2

Hi hello I am sad again so have these Chiluc incorrect quotes. These were generated on ScatterPatter's incorrect Quotes Generator. I'm rewriting them since the screenshots were chunky and their sizes didn't match. If you wanna check out the website click here !! (By the way this is going to have like 3 or 4 parts since I made so many, what can I say,, I love Chiluc (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ) (yes,, I just copied and pasted this from the other post)

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Childe: Okay, truth or dare? Diluc: Truth Childe: How many hours have you slept this week? Diluc: Diluc: ... Dare Childe: Go to bed. Diluc: i don't like this game.

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Childe: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives Diluc: I wake up at 4:30 AM. Childe: Childe: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

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Childe: Can you keep a secret? Diluc: Do you know anything about my life? Childe: No I do not. Good point.

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Childe: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so lets for 12 more just in case. Diluc: Ajax, that's a coma. Childe: Sounds festive.

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*High school AU where Ajax is trying to convince Diluc to go out with him* Childe: Look. I may not be a saint, but it's not like I've killed anybody. I'm an arsonist. I've never found a wallet outside of an IHOP and thought of returning it but saw the owner lived out of state so just took the cash and dropped the wallet back on the ground. Diluc: Okay, that's really specific, and that makes me think that you definitely did do that.

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Childe: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something. Diluc: Ajax, you don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're a dumbass.

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Diluc: Can you please be serious for five minutes? Childe: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

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Diluc: What the fuck is wrong with you?! Childe: Wow, you could start with a 'good morning' Diluc: Right sorry, Good morning. What the fuck is wrong with you?!

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Diluc: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds. Childe: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!? Diluc: No! Four to five seconds! Childe: Too late!!! (I HC that Diluc melted into that hug anyway bc touch starved Diluc,,,)

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Diluc: Where are you going? Childe: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I'll decide on the way there.

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#chiluc #childe x diluc #diluc x childe #childe #tartaluc #tartalgia #ajax #genshin impact #genshin childe #genshin diluc #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #vaporise duo #pls im obsessed with these two

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volfoss · 3 years

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ships to rate: bruabba and gyjo? maybe even yasugap if you're up for it

ok ur about to see such a long post its nto even gonna be funny, tldr i love them all

also gonna put a fic i really like for them if ive read one/ a fic idea i wanna write plus maybe ranting, this is not coherent but my spelling isnt too bad

post under cut bc its very long

Bruabba:

my loves my lifes

they r so soft for each other

the fucking rain scene when bruno extends his umbrella

and how bruno is like trying to hold back his emotions post abba dying

in case its not super obvious by the sheer volume of bruabba content i reblog this is one of my otps

ALSO the fucking boat scene where abba pretty much is like yeah ur home bruno

ajdskjghdsgjk

hc that they r meeting up in the afterlife w nara and having a good time (also read a phenomenal fic about it that ill link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33118039 it is emotionally fucking me up days later <3)

dads dads dads but bruno is the caring dad that just gets you and takes care of you in the most gentle way and will sacrifice himself over and over again to see u happy and abba is the sitting in the armchair and u sneak in like 2 minutes past ur curfew ur busted but i was also worried about you

these two men own my whole heart (also my ao3 history i exclusively am reading bruabba and dadbacchio)

i have so so many thoughts toward them like yeah i just love them so much

i will never ever not write them as in love

t4t and bi4bi

every single canon thing about them makes me so soft but i think what makes me softest is just how its so clear that they rely on each other in situations

fanon interpretation rant rq:

but how some ppl really interpret them so ooc that its just like bruno mommy and abba cares about literally none of their kids (explanation on the mommy thing is bc most of things that do that are weird bc they really r treating bruno like a single parent who is raising the gang on his own and thats all when abba is literally there and caring about ppl (ie the purple haze incident w giorno, like he wasnt the most nice in his wording but why else would he be like hi move away from the danger if he didnt care??)

ppl also just tend to not really do the separation between how abba acts around others and how he acts towards bruno and has him being kinda aggressive towards him for literally no reason when they r literally so soft w each other

and also they r both so fucking pretty and i am in love with them both

if i think about them too long i will combust and i am blaming u solely for that one

ship dynamic of savior x savior bc they both really did save each other and i love them sm

fic ideas for them r they both live and leave passione and take their kids w them <3 (gang would crumble but thats not my problem)

ok also another hc that i have for them is that bruno will buy larger sweaters and wear them and give them to abba if hes having a rough time, they have a shared closet imo

10/10 ship

Gyjo:

OK OK OK

FEELINGS ON MAX

these guys r also my beloved but in a depressed x very happy but hiding depression way

the the fuckingn way that gyro ltierally risks everything in the ringo roadagain fight to save jognny

and the way that johnny is literally fucking broken post gyro persiheing and adopts his speech pattern a bit and ugh

I am obsessed w gyjo but i think the funniest crack ship is poly but w diego and they all fucking suffer (fic that sold me on that: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22887796/chapters/54705517)

i cannot find the one fic that i really loved for them but needless to say i am soft w them living and just being together

update i found it: its a modern au and really really sweet! https://archiveofourown.org/works/31821940/chapters/78780595

one day ill actually write the fic idea i had for them which was basically they live and they dont sell the land they got from the sugar mountain arc and johnny wanted to start somewhere fresh anyways and gyro adopts marco and they make a lil log cabin and have a nice rest of their lives

i am a massive sucker for their ship

ALSO how johnny is always laughing at gyros jokes

smth i wish we got more of in canon were those moments where they just chilled and talked and had those kinda interactions

fandom complaining time!! the fucking way that some ppl just really take the gyro funny and johnny submissive trope is like my biggest pet peeve. did they not read sbr?? did they not see the multiple times that johnny has murdery eyes? i think personally its ppl infantilizing him a lot and it makes me really frustrated

ok also a fic that really really fills me desire for a they all live and everyone is happy is this one: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22812394

i love them sm but unfortunately cannot have coherent thoughts about them :(

10/10 ship

Yasugap:

gonna start this out w saying i did mildly speedread through jojolion so i dont have as many big screamy thoughts

BUT!!! them!!!!!

their canon interactions r the cutest thing and even if they werent, id ship it solely to spite joshu

josuke is a million trillion times better for yasuho (not just bc of how joshu is a fucking freak and is absolutely the worst i would run him over with a dump truck)

i really like how they both r so happy around each other but i think my favorite scene w them is when yasuho has to explain to josuke that hes crying and hes just like :') yeah

but they have so so many cute moments and the ending makes them the only couple to make it out of this list

i love how yasuho is just like willing to drop anything to help him and how they help each other out a lot during the whole time (if im remembering right?)

their dynamic is just 2 sweethearts

also love the moment that hes like look away yasuho :) then proceeds to beat a man up

they r canon (as is everyone else sorry <3)

i dont read a lot of part 8 fic since i need to reread it to properly understand the plot post like chapter 65? so i dont have any recs or complaints

BUT i do have a few hcs!!

i think yasuho would get josuke matching phone straps or phone cases

and when they move in together, i think they would raise sugar gliders (or potentially kidnap squirrels from the local park)

i love all of yasuho and josukes interactions but oh man every time that josukes past gets brought up i do start bawling

they both mean the world to me and how their romance is just built on such a clear foundation of trust and care it makes me so soft

they both give off such dog ppl energy tho and i love that for them

ALSO ok the way that yasuho helps josuke w his memory and is always there for him

i will never ever ever get over them

but i think one of my favorite scenes is the one right at the beginning where she gives josuke his name and how that plays into the rest of the story with him discovering his identity but still clinging to the one that she gave him since it was him, he wasnt just kira or josefumi he was josuke

10/10

if i think about them anymore i will start sobbing, the last chapter wrapped every last thing up so well and im so so glad that it did

#vento aureo spoilers #sbr spoilers #jjl spoilers #asks #wholesome mutuals

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miyaniacs · 4 years

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Hey!! I think this is an emergency request? But I was wondering if you could do an x reader in which she has an ED and self harms with Yamaguchi, Oikawa and Akaashi? If the topic makes you uncomfortable, could you just do fluff with those three? I’ve been feeling terrible lately and I need comfort like this rn this would mean a lot to me thank u :) i don’t wanna feel like im pressuring u into anything so if you don’t feel comfortable writing this it’s totally fine!!! Thank you :D

Hiiii :)

Sorry it took so long - I was really sleeping in & needed to finish an Assignment that’s due to tomorrow 💀 also... I'm sorry I just did Yams and Oikawa... I really wanted to do Akaashi, because he’d just be perfect on how he’d act in this situation... but I just couldn't get myself to write for one more rn... and I want to post it for you.. I can still make one for Akaashi another day, just sent in another request baby ❤️🥺

ALSO my messages are open love, I know how you feel so hit me up if you wanna talk 🥺

Ok so just a Little disclaimer - it could happen that I’ll write some personal experiences/ thoughts since I think I had an ED / developed one (but kinda stopped it getting worse ) and it still pops up here and there ( actually just last week ) - like I never been diagnosed but still I’m pretty sure lol

Also idk what kind of ED you got BUT I belive it’s probably under eating / binge eating so I mainly include those

masterlist

Warnings : mentions of selfharm & ED

HC s/o with an ED and Self harms

Yamaguchi

alright ... so ....... you stayed over at his the night

You two made dinner and it was all prefect

You quickly went to the bathroom afterwards tho

Then you came back and helped him cleaning up the dishes

He was joking around and you laugh and push up your sleeves and start cleaning

Yams suddenly stops laughing and just stares at you

“Yams? what's -” you stop and realise what you just did

Today was such a good day, you totally forgot about your breakdown last night, after failing to do any of the things you were supposed to do that day and stepping on the scale realising you gained weight.

“ I- I - can... Can we just forget you saw this?” you stutter and pull down your selves again

Obviously he won't just forget it

he gently takes one of your hands and leads you to the living room and sits down on the couch with you

“Why?” he whispers

you just stare at him, unsure if you can tell him the real reason

after a few minutes of silence you begin to talk

you tell him everything

the second you start talking you can’t stop

the words spill out of your mouth, happy that you can finally get all those toxic thoughts out of your head

Tears start streaming down your face while you tell him you’re feeling not good enough, like a failure, like you're trying to loose weight and developed an ed, yet you’re still to stupid to loose any weight etc so you just feel like you have to ... like punish yourself?

Yams listens to you carefully and with every word his eyes get more and more glassy

after you finished talking, he pulls you into the tightest hug ever

“baby... why haven't you told me, I'm always here for you, you shouldn't deal with all of this alone”

sooo you stay in this position for a little longer, you both trying to calm down and stop crying

“Now... let me tell you - I will keep on telling you this over and over again, every single day of my life if I have to - you are enough, you are perfect in my eyes, you don’t have to loose any weight, but if you want to, then do it in a healthy way... I willing to help you in any way possible.” He takes your hands and moves them up to his face, kissing your knuckles

the rest of the night, you cuddle, him trying to confound every toxic thought you have

he also gifts you a soft hair tie and makes you promise him, that you would use this, instead of hurting yourself

his phone is also from now on not silent anymore in case you need someone to talk to at night

the next weeks, he’s getting up earlier, making you some healthy, low calorie lunch so you don’t have to feel pressured to eat in the cafeteria and feel the need to throw up again afterwards. He’ll also tries to increase the cals, every other week.

Oikawa

He probably realises that something is up, the second his stupid ass walks into the bathroom when you just got out of the shower

It’s winter so you always wore sweatshirts and those cute wide leg pants

also you haven't been feeling good the past weeks, so there wasn't really a chance for Oikawa to see you in tight clothing or well ... no clothing at all.

so when he saw you for this small second just now, his heart drops

he just stands there shocked, tears already running down his face, not moving a muscle

“Y/N... I - since when - Why - I- “ he stutters not able to find the right words

You stood still, towel in your hands, shocked expression on your face

this is like your worst nightmare, he shouldn't see this, at least not now, not like this

“Tooru, I can explain...” you stutter and look down at the ground

“If you don’t want to, you don’t have to ... I just.. can I hold you?” He whispers in between small snobs

you nod and he takes a set forward, carefully placing his arms around you, now afraid he could hurt you or break you

He doesn't feel your soft curves anymore, his fingers are now met with the little bumps of your rips

You hide your face in his neck and start crying

the snobs make your body shake, which made him feel your bones move under his hands - which results in him crying even more

“You’re just so perfect and I'm just me... all those beautiful girls who fall for you, with their skinny legs and waist, looking so delicate... I didn’t want you to be ashamed of me...”

how couldn’t he notice? WHY haven't he? HE could NEVER be ashamed of you NEVER

WHY was he so busy with Volleyball? he should have noticed that you weren't eating.. but he always thought you’ve eaten before...

after you calmed down, he takes the towel and helps you getting dry, his eyes always stuck to small red lines on your legs, right under your hips

he walks over to where you kept your medics and all the first aid stuff and started treating your wounds

He takes off his hoodie and puts it over your head and picks you up bridal style, carrying you to the bed

He puts you down and quickly hurries to the kitchen and makes some tea for you

You’re now seated in between his legs, your back resting on his chest while his arms are wrapped around you, rocking you from side to side, while you two watch some Disney movies

after you finally fall asleep he takes out his phone and reads all the articles on the internet about self harming and ed’s.

He makes a note on his phone where he writes down all the things he could do to help you, and all the little signs so he knew when one of your conditions gets worse again

he makes sure that from now on, you two eat at least one meal together

he’s always encouraging you, if you feel like not eating, he begs you to at least eat one small bite, if you feel like eating the whole salad, girl, he’s hyping you up so much

he sees that you gained some weight?

omg be prepared for a full week of him praising you of how beautiful you are, hyping you up, etc

and GODDD IF YOU NEED NEW CLOTHES BECAUSE YOUR OLD ONES DON’T FIT ANYMORE SINCE YOU GAINED WEIGHT

he is spoiling you to the Max

he is willing to fly you to London, Paris, La, etc so you get the best clothes available

some small things he also do is : form that one night on, every day, he sends you a voice note of him telling you how amazing you are, how much he loves you, and lists at least 10 things why he loves you and why he’s proud of you - so from now on, before you grab that one small blade, you listen to this voice note and if that doesn't help, you only need to text him 🆘 and he’s already faceting you, dropping everything he was doing and getting to your house asap

also he’s probably trying to get you into working out with him, so he can control that you don’t overwork yourself and helps you gaining more muscles again and tells you about the benefits of weight lifting, since muscles burn calories while doing nothing at all, YET they need top be feed to remain

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa headcanons #oikawa imagine #yamaguchi x reader #yamaguchi imagine

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ranmanjuu · 4 years

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Hello! Sorry about the slowness of your blog, so here’s a request! How MC that can do Magic Tricks? Not Harry Houdini, but card tricks and making a coin“disappear”. Can you please do this with the Oda forces? Thank you!

ok so like,, idk what’s considered “harry houdini” magic and what’s not (from what i understand it’s illusion/escape magic [although that’d be a cool hc] so wow my ‘cut assistant in half’ idea is out the window..,,.,,. and i’m not sure if some of these are considered illusion magic or not). and also i don’t know enough about magic tricks at all and i just picked some mainstream ones and like,,,... one (1) trick that my brother could do. also i don’t have too much knowledge of how some of them work,, but here ya go:

—nobunaga:

the moment nobunaga told you to bring proof of you being from the future, of course your first thought was to get your purse. tipping the bottom up, all of its content spilled on the floor.

and while the lord was observing your phone, your own eyes landed on the card deck you brought from your last magic show. with a small grin, you picked it up, “hey nobunaga, instead of that go game let me show you something.”

he turned to you with an expectant gaze, “as long as it’s as entertaining, lucky charm.”

your grin widened, and the cards were shuffled expertly in your hands. pushing the rest of the items aside, you spread them out in front of nobunaga in a row, “pick a card, any card.”

his brows lifted at your request, but does it anyway. he pulls out one from the middle; a king of spades. “alright, now don’t show me it.” he’s a bit confused as to what you’re going to do, but he’s also intrigued. you pat the floor, gesturing him to set the card down whilst hiding it, and he does.

you tell him to pick a section to hide it in, and he picks the one near the end. the deck is shuffled again entirely, and you lay it down on the floor facing up.

“now,” you say, and nobunaga finds himself leaning closer to you, “i’ll try and pick your card out.”

he watches as your eyes sweep through each card, before pulling out a king of spades. his card.

“is this your card, ‘my lord’?”

he’s stone faced at first, then a small twinkle sparks in his eyes, “perhaps you’ll be much more entertaining that i thought. show me more, fireball.”

and now, between the ruthless games of go, you often show him the tricks you’ve learnt. it brings a sort of boyish excitement to him, and he really reminds you of your own audience.

and sometimes, he teases about you being a goddess of trickery, fishing his heart to be yours.

it’s quite adorable, to see the devil king be like that.

—hideyoshi:

the unknown and general foreign atmosphere from the castle was something you couldn’t bear most of the time. the distrust from hideyoshi, the rough personalities that were wildly different from your time—there was a limit until your soul had to take a rest.

and your escape was to the town. you were a magician, someone who entertained others. and you sure as hell weren’t going to perform for the castle! so you went to the common folks.

your bright and extroverted attitude quickly spread among mostly the youths; kids would often surround you with their hyper-energized excitement, and you’d get along nicely! you’ve started performing too, at the fields where the children play.

so each day, you’d come down from the castle with a new trick to show the kids. it’s a nice change of pace from the war.

meanwhile, hideyoshi was still very doubtful of you, and between what free time he had, you’d be gone from the castle.

however one day, he managed to trail along from a free day (one forcefully given by nobunaga). seeing you carry some suspicious items wrapped in cloth downtown didn’t settle right with him, so he hid in the shadows as you approached the main streets, and onto the place you usually perform at.

he sees you setting up some things on a table, said things still covered in cloth. a girl approaches you shyly, and you smile brightly at her. crouching down, the two of you began talking about something he couldn’t hear. and after a nod from the girl, she seemed to,,, hand you something.

uh oh, his alert is up! his hand mindlessly gripped his sword as you carried the bundle of unknown things and bellow the table. finally, it’s showtime.

more and more kids ran to your table, shouting excitedly about, “the azuchi magician is performing!”

and that couldn’t help but melt his heart, just a bit.

you were in a black and white kimono (a substitue for a tuxedo) and a hat he never seen anyone wear (top hat). he watches silently as you act out a silent performance, showing the insides of your hat empty. you pull out a black wand with a white tip (a weapon?! he thought) and tapped the hat three times. suddenly...

a rabbit jumped out! not only were the kids surprised, hideyoshi himself was gaping slightly too. were you some sort of enchanter?

as the show was over, the crowd dispersed. the white rabbit sat on the table being happily petted by you. a girl approaches you again—it’s the same as before.

you smile at her and gave a gentle pat on the head, “thank you for lending me your rabbit, tomoka! you really did help me with this one, y’know?”

the girl, tomoka, he noted, blushed lightly. “n-no. . .thanks for the performance, azuchi magician,,!”

the way you smiled, so earnestly like that to the common folk and treating them normally. . . maybe hideyoshi could start trusting you.

—mitsuhide:

most of your props were in your bag, and it was starting to cram the space inside it. so you sprinkled it around your room—it was the closest you had to decoration of your own. but it proved to be quite,,,, troublesome, so to say, for it to just lie around.

and you learnt such when you came to mitsuhide’s manor (as per his request) and finding him with all your things. all.

“so,” he began, and you fell the cold sweat creeping in, “it seems our little mouse is rather. . . noxious.”

“,,,, i can explain.”

“i’d love to hear why you have such peculiar items at your possession.” there was a smile on his face,,, but it felt like there wasn’t. you explained your future situation, and he listened in silence.

he hummed, and questioned each item you had, and you answered the best you can. most of it related to your profession, he noticed. but there was just one thing. . .

“then tell me,” he pulls out a sword, and your temperature drops a thousand degrees, “why do you have this?”

“ ,,,, i͟ c͟a͟n͟ e͟x͟p͟l͟a͟i͟n͟.”

you held the sword in your hands, all the while glancing up at the other every milisecond to see if your life wasn’t in danger. and with a burst of unknown confidence, you pulled the tip of the blade to your mouth, and proceeded to insert it deeper and deeper.

you couldn’t see mitsuhide’s reaction—you didn’t want to—as the sword got “deeper” into your throat. by the time you’re finished, if it were real, it would’ve ended by your stomach.

and slowly, you pulled it out, with a pathetic addition of, “it’s a magic trick thing too.”

your eyes absolutely refused to meet his, just opting to burn its stare into the ground. mitsuhide smirked. his suspicion was definitely there—but the innocent way you did that was just so cute.

“i’m beginning to wonder what your intentions are, shoving such a thing deep into your mouth in front of a man, in his quarters, little mouse.”

—masamune:

ever since masamune found out about your previous occupation, he’s always begged you to show them off (the more dangerous, the better). most of the time, you’ll cave in and do a really popular trick known in the community, then tell him off for a bit. it’s all in good fun, really.

but now both of you were bored, and you knew from experience in the case of the one-eyed dragon being bored, the time will only come before he wrecks absolute shit again just for the hell of it.

so you want to post-pone that, at least.

you pulled out three ceramic cups and a small gold coin, setting them on the table. his eyes were on you now, “what’re ya doin’, lass?”

you smiled with a tint of mischief, “how about we play a game?” at the mere mention of that got him to sit up with a wild grin of his own, “loser has to do what the winner says. anything they say.”

considering it’s masamune, you potentially had a lot on the line. but you were experienced enough—hopefully.

you explained the simple rules to him: you’ll put the coin underneath one of the cups, shuffle it, then he has to guess which one has it. easy peasy.

usually you’d do it slower or quicker, but again, it’s masamune. maybe he can slip a sight of what you did and if you lose, it’ll be a tiresome rest of the day.

your hands moved swiftly and expertly, shuffling between the three cups. and his eyes were trained on them like a tiger to its prey. and in the midst of all the sliding around, you passed the coin from one cup to another.

and once you were done, you set the three ceramic pieces in a row.

“pick, masa.”

his eyes were certain, full of confidence, as he pointed at the left one. a grin ripped its way to your face, when it’s revealed there’s nothing there.

his good eye widened a bit, before narrowing down in slight thrill. “ya really are a witch, lass.”

—ieyasu:

ieyasu wasn’t as expressive about his love in the public sometimes. he’d use an indirect and often contrarian way to do so—just like he did the first few times you met. and you yourself loved to give him little bouts of affection, mostly through words and the likes.

that day was a hot one, with the two of you just lazing about in his manor. you had your deck of cards on you, just shuffling them around mindlessly. as your mind wandered, you stopped as an idea surfaced.

with a small smile, you went out from the room ieyasu was in, just to write something on a card, and so he wouldn’t see. once you came back, he directed a raised eyebrow at you.

“hey ieyasu,” you call out to him casually, picking out a card from your deck. an ace of hearts, between your fingers and facing him, “wanna see some magic?”

his eyebrow rose higher, and you flip around the card between your fingers smoothly. his gaze trailed over each time you threw it up in the air, twisting your hand in mostly useless moves, and suddenly—

the card was gone from your hands. just like that.

for a moment, he was rendered speechless. the sight was adorable, really; his lips slightly parted and eyes widened just a crack.

the smile grew from your face, and just like before, you seem to materialize a card out of nowhere. without a chance to see it clearly, you put it in ieyasu’s hand facing down.

he flipped it. the ace of hearts, but on it were scribbled he words “i ♥ you"

“. . .you’re so silly, you know that?”

—mitsunari:

as a magician, certain props were set up for a specific trick. meaning they don’t work how it normally would; but such didn’t really bother you when your habit of shuffling cards while thinking came into effect.

but mitsunari, despite not noticing most things about other people, was highly observational. with a small smile, his attention turned from your lesson, the ones he taught you in, and unto the deck in your hands.

“yesterday the back of it was blue, and now it’s red. do you own several of these?”

you paused, looking up at his lilac eyes with a small grin, “yep. wanna know why?”

the way he tilted innocently was too much to take. so you opted to distract yourself by spreading every cards facing up on the table, “this is how a normal deck looks like, right?”

“yes, as i’ve seen from you before.”

the grin on you slowly widened as you got into your magician self, collecting the cards into a neat stack. you mimic casting a spell on it, swirling your hands above it as mitsunari stared at you, mistified.

once you were done, you spread the cards down again. one major difference stuck out: all the cards were now king of diamonds. every single one.

mitsunari let out a small gasp, picking out a random card and observing it from all angles. the way he looked so serious was a bit cute—you’ll admit.

only your giggle brought him back to reality. you collected the cards again, did the hand motions, and the deck was back to normal. aside from the king of diamonds left in his hand—which was the only one from the deck, coincidentally.

“—!” he calls your name with bouts of admiration, “you’re so miraculous! perhaps you’re a goddess blessed on us.”

you waved the accidental flattery he said, but a blush still got to your cheeks.

—ranmaru:

ranmaru was quite a childish one, you figure out soon. it doesn’t take talking with him long to see the way his eyes light with such innocent, child-like wonder. he reminds you a lot of the children you often performed for—the way he saw the world was so much alike to how their eyes filled with amazement each time you went on stage.

thus, it was soon when you invited him to your room with the intention of showing your skill off to him, just to get a feel of how it was like before you got dragged into the sengoku period.

you wanted to ease him in first, so you went with a small thing.

as the conversation of mostly random topics ran about, your fiddled and flipped a coin in your hand. his eyes would sometimes trail at how your fingers could balance such a small thing so quickly, quieting his voice by astonishment.

“ranmaru, wanna see something cool?” you quickly interjected the conversation. his nods were fast, eyes ripping away from the coin and to your own.

you threw the coin up in the air, occasionally balancing the small piece of gold with the tips of your fingers. one last throw, it lands in your palm, and you shut it swiftly. he’s watching closely, dazed by your minor performance.

you opened your palm; the coin’s gone.

“—eh?!” a surprised yelp escaped him, “where did it go. . .?”

ranmaru looked up to you for answers, and you just shrug casually with a tiny smile. your hands were taken in his, his own fingers flipping it around and even patting down the sleeves of your kimono to check if it fell down there. after no luck, his eyes roamed to the floor to see if you just threw it, somehow. nothing.

slowly, his head turned back to you, with eyes so filled with stars it could be a galaxy. “—! you’re a miracle! so cool, how’d you do that?!”

you’re right, he is like the kids you perform for.

“as they say,” all you answered was to put your index finger to your lips, and send him a wink, “a magician never reveals their secret~!”

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ffxiv-ariavitali · 4 years

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HC: The Eighth Umbral Calamity

Because apparently ya’ll wanna cry LOL

Shadowbringer spoilers | Alternate universe: If G’raha Tia and the Ironworks did not do research on the Crystal Tower and allowed the Eighth Umbral Calamity to run its course

special thanks to @haylin-chan , @sage-just-loves-elves and @windup-dragoon for enabling me like this. further thank you to everyone that liked the cursed post

i’ll be collecting my jars of tears now.

AO3 ver.

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Premise: With the aid of you, the Warrior of Light, the Garleans had been pushed back, line by line, across accursed Ghimlyt Dark to the point where it was deemed that the Resistance would be able to fully wrestle control and claim victory by the turn of the season. As a result, the ally nations within the Eorzean and Far Eastern Alliance withdrew from the battlefield in order to return to their nation-state and to shore up defenses for any future hostilities that the Garlean Empire would retaliate with.

However, the nation leaders forgot the most important—and more arguably most dangerous—aspect of mortal kind: their irrational unpredictability and desperation when they are backed up too far into the corner. By this logic did the Empire rain hell on the battlefield with the toxic gas, its potency inexplicably high and spared no one along the way…

...Not even you, Warrior of Light. For when you had heard that your comrades were falling by the tens, by the hundreds, you had rushed to the front line as quickly as you could. You took precautions, your entire order did, that you thought would serve as defense against the poison, but it did not work.

It did not work.

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[Aymeric]

The Black Rose spared no one on the front. It had been but a fortnight since he had returned to Ishgard when he received the news that the toxic gas had been let loose on the field and he couldn’t help the cold churning within his gut that something was going terribly, terribly wrong.

It was for this reason that he often visited Saint Reymanaud’s Cathedral. He prayed and he prayed to blessed Halone to show mercy, to offer Her guidance and protection in this most delicate of times. War often brought with it bloodshed of immeasurable quantities and faith in the divine had never been higher. Aymeric knew this. He knew this.

In the end, his prayers were not answered for the sight of you utterly destroyed him.

They brought your body back from the warzone and as you lay on the cold metal table, he swore that you were just asleep. Despite the wails of utter mortification, of pain and anger, from the Fortemps family—predominantly that of Lord Edmont, for the pain of losing yet another child of his family must be shattering him from within—he wanted to shake you awake because you appeared just as you always do when you would lie with him together in bed, so peaceful and so serene.

Yet, when he touched you—a palm against your cheek in the gentlest of manners, as if you were but a porcelain doll ready to fragment and shatter at any given moment—you were cold as ice.

Aymeric has never felt so empty, so broken, as if a dragon’s talon was impaling him over and over again without cease. The frustration within him broiled as if he was thrown into a blazing inferno for a sin he had not committed. In this entire ordeal, the same thoughts ring over and over again in his mind:

Why has the Fury forsaken us? Have we not suffered enough? Why did you go alone?

Why was I not there with you?

In his frustration, and after a few punches to the wall, Aymeric takes up his sword once more and gives the order for a return march to the front. If he was correct in his thinking, the Alliance would be requesting reinforcements anyway and he could argue that he was taking the initiative. Though, all he wanted was revenge. He was going to have. It.

Even if he has to die trying.

[Estinien]

Estinien swore that he wasn’t going to reveal himself on the front lines. The dragoon swore that he was only going to remain in the shadows, plucking off the war machina that he knew would be aiming for your blind spot, as you fought and fought and fought your way through your aches and exhaustion to reclaim the line that was regained by the Garleans.

In fact, he figured that it was only a matter of time, for you have allowed the returning Alliance members to push farther than they could have hoped for. In a way, it was almost as if the rumors of the soldiers dropping like flies was exaggerated overmuch, as rumors are wont to do in any given situation. So why?

Why did he have such a heavy sense of foreboding?

His instincts flared then, drawing him to attention, for there was a distinct change in the aether swirling about him emanating from the Garlean side. It was like a prickle, small like a leech, but he couldn’t shake it off. Soon enough, it was as if he was drowning on the inside the more he breathed in the scent of smoke and flame...smoke and flame…

When Estinien understood what was occurring, his head snapped towards where you were standing. With the amount of exertion you were displaying, the constant panting and pauses to catch your breath, you were in the most danger.

And his sense of foreboding proved true when you had collapsed to your knees on the battlefield.

Adrenaline pulsated within the dragoon’s blood, but even at his distance, he was growing weak. Darkness started spotting his eyes and he was growing dizzy, fatigued, exhausted.

Not like this, not like this!

The man mustered all his strength to vault into the air. It was shaky, even through his addled mind he knew this, but you were in danger. You were in danger. He won’t let you be in danger…!

A part of him registered landing by your side, scooping you up within his arms just before you were about to get hit by a magitek ray, and jumping into the air once more. However, he had used up all his energy just reaching you and the distance he wanted to put between you and the danger was nowhere near enough.

In the end, he had collapsed in some unseen corner of the battlefield close to Resistance Headquarters, with you on his lap and within his arms. At this point, even the inner dragon within was growing tame, growing lax, and it was then he knew that it was too late.

So, he pressed a kiss on your forehead, only noticing now that you were barely awake and crying in front of him and this caused him to shed tears of his own.

“Est...in...I…” you attempted. “Shh…” he whispered back meekly, holding you close as he felt himself fading away all the same. “I...love...sor-” “No…”

No. I am sorry. I love you.

I will not let you go alone.

[Haurchefant]

(AU where he’s still alive for the sake of this cursed post)

It was always tradition that the eldest son was to be the one selected to go into battle when there is a need for it. That being said, the role of the youngest son was to ensure that support was given where needed, but to focus predominantly on shoring up the defense on the home front. Haurchefant being the middle son, was duty-bound to serve on the front lines with Artoirel and he couldn’t be happier for the opportunity.

Or, at least, he thought he couldn’t be happier.

When the Alliance had deemed it acceptable to leave the defense to the Resistance, allowing token forces to stay within headquarters to maintain an efficient communications network in case things were to go south, he attempted negotiating with the lord commander for him to stay. He wouldn’t admit that it was no more than an excuse to ensure he could always have your back during a fight and was no more surprised when Aymeric told him no with an amused smile on his face.

Before he left, he approached you for a temporary farewell. He will pray for your success, will pray for good fortune to you so that you may bring freedom to all of Eorzea in the face of the ones that wish to lock them all away like rabid dogs. After all, you had brought his people solace after a thousand-year-long war and he has no doubt that you would be able to do the same here.

Little did he know that the smile that you had given then and the words of reassurance you had spoken was to be the last he would have of you.

The next time you appeared before him, he was staring at your corpse on top of a metal table. His eyes were wide with disbelief, a part of him dying, detaching and breaking away from inside of him as a result. Even at the behest of his father, who urged him that it was alright to openly weep for the loss, he left the room to be on his lonesome, somehow wandering outside in the process.

How could I have been so foolish? How could I not have known? How could this possibly happen?

...Why did I choose to follow propriety and not kiss you?

Somehow, in his dark musings, Haurchefant ended up walking to his encampment and from the corner of his eye, he saw the entrance to the intercessory. The Falling Snows. The place that he had welcomed you to use when you sought his help.

He entered the hall and he collapsed to his knees almost immediately. All alone, he unravels his burdens, his pains and woes, along with punching the stone cold floors and walls, tossing anything and everything that he could in a fit of rage that he is unable to break away from. It took half a dozen knights to restrain him when he tried going after you searching for Shiva, and it took half a dozen more with the help of an anesthetic to force him to stop hurting himself now.

You needed me, he thought amidst the darkness. You needed me...and I left you all alone.

[Thancred]

As planned, Thancred had taken a group of the most highly skilled Far Eastern operatives in order to carry out the subterfuge plan that he so easily proposed in front of the Alliance leaders. When you had approached him afterwards, urging him to be careful, he smiled and held you close.

“Worry not, I have done this before. I will ensure that I come back to you.”

All of the Scions knew protocol. Those participating in the espionage aspect of their order are issued a special set of linkpearl that are able to tap into multiple different frequencies if they knew the proper input code. With this, they are able to listen in to radio messages sent between different sectors of Garlemald’s imperial army…as well as receive coded messages from their allies safely and without any fear of being eavesdropped.

Then, one day and completely out of the usual norm, he had received a message from home base.

“BEACON. ROSE. GONE.”

Thancred knew that the mention of ‘beacon’ is a reference to you. While you may not know it, the rest of the order had decided this codename to reference you during missions because that’s what you were: a beacon of hope in the darkest times, lit up the brightest for those that can yet be saved.

‘Rose’ could only mean one thing, the Black Rose that had been brought to light thanks to Alphinaud’s efforts elsewhere on Garlean territory. The deadly poison was so potent that it was enough to utterly annihilate a group of insurgents seeking to revolt against the Empire. If anyone were to so much breathe it in, then-

‘Gone.’

Thancred’s heart almost gave way when he pieced the puzzle together. At this point, the mission was more or less complete as rumors of the puppet prince was beginning to gain traction, so he sent the order that the infiltrators remain on standby to ensure the fire was still burning as he returned.

Faster. Faster. Faster!

What greeted him upon his return to Seventh Heaven was what he didn’t wish for. Something that he couldn’t have ever imagined.

Your body was laid out on one of the beds in the medical wing, the other Scions—including Alphinaud—surrounding you in a circle. The twins were openly weeping, Alisaie being held in her brother’s arms. Y’shtola couldn’t bear to look, choosing to stand in the corner with Krile and Urianger’s consolations because it was so, so wrong to gaze upon your features without the glitter of your aether flowing from you.

“This has to be some sort of joke…” Thancred began as he approached your bedside.

He called your name and when you didn’t respond, he reached out to hold your hand and found it eerily cold, like the Coerthan winter that you had escaped to after the bloody banquet. After he had failed Minfilia.

The thought tore him apart as he reached out to collect your body in his arms. This time, he allowed himself to cry in front of the others. He allowed himself this weakness that he forbade himself from feeling upon learning that Minfilia was gone. As he held you, his body was shaking, racking with sobs that was so painful to watch because of the fact that he would be the last one to show any emotion asides from frustration during a mission.

“I failed...I failed yet again...to save what I hold dear…”

With his words, the others couldn’t hold it in anymore. Their beacon of hope was lost.

You weren’t coming back.

[Hien]

He was the one that urged Yugiri to remain in Eorzea to provide continuous aid to the Alliance granted the number of stationed shinobi in the region. Upon learning the Scions’ plan to infiltrate into Garlean territory, Hien was rather proud of his nation’s immediate ability to contribute in the war effort, in the name of freedom that you and yours had provided to his country.

When he received the news that the leftover defense of the line at Ghimlyt Dark was to be left to the Resistance, when Yugiri had returned to the Kienkan in order to personally deliver the message, he thought finally. Finally, his brothers and sisters have the upper hand and will no longer have to live in fear of those monsters that had taken so much from them for their delusional causes.

Oh, how cruel the kami must be.

You had been sending him letters the entire time. On the surface, it was to keep him updated on the war but he mostly wanted to make sure that you weren’t pushing yourself overmuch in a land where he isn’t able to easily reach. He would often tease in his letters that, should the next time you come to visit be of leisure, he will no longer be tempted to release you from his embrace once more. He wanted to hold you, he wanted to touch you, he wanted you to be safe.

Then, your letters stopped coming.

One day, two days, three days, ten, there was radio silence even from the Alliance and he was half tempted to send a runner to your homeland to bear word on what may be going on. The only thing that stopped him then was Lyse coming on her own volition, bearing the message herself.

“Hien, I’m sorry…” the woman began and there was a ringing growing louder in the Doman lord’s ears. “Lyse, do not—” “Hien, the Warrior—” “—I implore you, please stop—” “—because of Black Rose—” “LYSE!”

Even as Hien stood to his feet, shouting the woman’s name from the top of his lungs with such disrespect in front of his ministers, Lyse continued eyeing him patiently. Painfully. For the words that were to escape her lips were unkind, unfair, and it makes him wonder what exactly the kami have planned for their people.

“...Hien, they are gone,” Lyse says softly, brokenly, with as much pain that he must have been feeling since she had worked with you for the majority of your journey as the Warrior of Light.

It only took but a moment for him to decide that he was going to return to Eorzea in the company of a contingent of soldiers. After all, if Lyse had decided to make a personal visit asides from passing the message along—which could have been done by any other Scion—then that meant that something had gone terribly wrong.

Prior to boarding the ship sailing for your homeland, Hien brings the letters that you had sent him all this time. In his private quarters, he reads them, over and over again. He could still hear your voice saying the words on the paper in his mind. Even as he spilled tears as he read the words, he could still hear you.

He wishes that he could hear your voice again.

#ffxiv headcanons #ffxiv writing #aymeric de borel #estinien wyrmblood #haurchefant greystone #thancred waters #hien rijin #tumblr requests #ANGST #LIKE SO MUCH ANGST #I'M SORRY #also i didn't do g'raha because i'm super emotional over 5.3 #plus he's sleeping let him sleep #uwu

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WARNING i go into a bit of a rant about the area where Kokichi died and how it probably looked like (cuz it def wasnt just blood that not realistic at all) so skip it if that makes you uncomfy! Its nothing extreme though :D

ALSO if Kokichi is a bit less confident and Shuichi is a bit nore confident or pervertish it's cause i hc that after they woke up their personalities kinda melded together! And for their memories they remembered their pasts, what happened and their actions and stuff like that

some Saiouma headcanons ( post-game ) ; because i can

first thing Shuichi did after waking up is to go look for Kokichi. Thankfully they were in the rooms next to each other so it didn't take long. Kokichi was still in a coma from his "death" but for right now Shuichi just needed to see him, his body, his face, hear his heart beating and rising chest. He looked so pale laying in the hospital bed but at least he was there and alive and breathing and not just- not just a bunch of blood and pieces of muscle/skin or intestines splattered all over the cold floor and hydraulic press.

When Kokichi woke up from the coma he saw Shuichi at the door ready to leave since it was already the end of visiting hours. Kokichi tried to use his voice as best he could but after not speaking for around a week (not that Kokichi knew) he said something along the lines of "Shu..chi pl..a..e do..t" Shuichi froze and turned back to see Kokichi barely having his eyes open and a single tear threatning to fall. Shuichi dropped his case files (that were thanfully in a folder) and ran over to Kokichi gently taking his hand and asking him questions even if he knew that he probabably wouldn't get an answer. The only thing he got was a slight squeeze of his hand he barely notices and a sleeping Kokichis light snores. He laughed lightly out of pure relief and wiped the tear that rolled down Kokichis cheek.

Shuichi then tried to visit Kokichi even more (which meant that he was definetly not following the visiting hours, vut the nurses and doctors had gooten way too tired of him pleading for a vit more so they just left them be) and also tgought about what he said to Kokichi after Gontas trial. He wanted to apologise and readied himself to get a "i won't forgive you and i never want to see gou again" after he does apologise. He also wants to ask about Kokichis plan and how he did everything. But first baby steps

The road to recovery wasn't exactly the easiest and Shuichi didn't wanna burden him with even MORE problems so he waited until after the recovery. They realised that they lived together (in a decent apartment) as Shuichis parents were never home and Kokichis left him when he was young. Shuichi told Kokichi his apology before they got out of the hospital just so Kokichi can think on how and where to live

The apology went along the lines of Shuichi saying his apology, Kokichi saying that it's okay and thathe deserved it and then Shuichi telling him that it was DEFINETLY NOT okay. But Kokichi assured Shuichi that he wasn't mad or blaming him and that he should relax. Knowing it would be pointless to arfue Shuichi left it at that. He made a mental note to make sure he compliments Kokichi enough though

The confession wasn't anything grand since after they settled back into real life where they weren't in the danger of being murdered, they got even more comfortable with each other (got mistaked for a couple a lot too) and the confession was just them having their normal movie marathon and in vetween films Kokichi said "hey we should be boyfriends" Shuichi was calm about it at first "oh okay...wait really?!" but then he kinda realised what Kokichi just asked "you like me?" Kokichis eyes started to well up with crocodile tears as he spoke "i thought you would notice all the clues i left behind to show my love mister detective!" and yeah that was it. Some more srutters on Shuichis side and some teasing nicknames on Kokichis and they were officially boyfriends

Kokichi has no problem with showing affection (like kissing or hugging, being clingy) publicly when its just for the sake of being close and not for deeper affection

Saihara gets really blushy really easily during these moments since there's a lot of people staring and his anxiety gets to him. Ofc when he hugs or kisses back he relaxes

if Kokichi notices that Saihara is too stiff he let's go of him slow enough to give him some time to make a decidion. It doesn't happen that often after being together for a long time, but the times it does Kokichi knows. He always does

In private however it is the complete opposite. Every fleeting touch and sweet kiss means something. While it is for the sake of being close it's also full of meaning and intention, a way to get to know each other, to be themselves away from the prying eyes of the public or friends, to feel safe and calm and to just feel eachother in general. To know that Kokichi isn't gone and to know that Shuichi is not alone

Shuichi usually initiates these more private moments as he feels much more comfortable with only Kokichi and no one else. He simply rubs the back of Kokichis hand while they're watching a movie or places soft kisses against his collar bones and shoulders when they cuddle. He always wants to solve an another mystery involving the boy he fell for, the little liar that allowed Shuichi out of all people to get to know him better and he won't waste that opportunity.

On the other hand, Kokichi during these moments is the one that blushes most. His cheeks never fail to get red and Shuichi always compliments him in his "you're my whole world and more" voice when he sees his partner. It took time to get used to the feeling of being vulnerable with someone that isn't his family (D.I.C.E.). He just couldn't handle the pure amont of care and love in Shuichis voice and how the eyes of the detective were staring at him as if he was solving yet another mystery. However as time passed Kokichi got more and more comfortable with the idea of letting someone see the "true" him even if it's bit by bit

It is 1 am and i have school tomorrow so ill probs write more at school tmrw :D for now enjoy these and sorry for any mistakes :[

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A Thrill I’ve Never Known (Chapter 28)

Promises And Honesty

Here’s a pretty long chapter with a mix of conflict, smut and fluff. I hope you enjoy! Rated explicit, wink wink, ‘cause our man is injured and he deserves some lovin’. Also, I’ve included some HC’s about Arthur’s, *ahem*, romantic experience. These are just my own thoughts, feel free to have your own thoughts and take what I write in my story as just that, my story. I’m not saying this is canon :)

(All chapters tagged with #ATINK and also posted on Ao3, username PorkChop)

Micah and I headed back to camp after another drink, and it was dark by the time we returned. After the awkwardness passed at the Parlour House, Micah and I ended up having a pleasant evening. I found that he could be a likeable enough guy when he wasn’t attempting to flirt or suck up to me, he could even be quite entertaining. Still, two drinks were enough and I was ready to return, eager to surround myself with the company of the other gang members, who were decidedly more comfortable to be around.

Micah was loud as he swung down from his horse, pulling out the money clip and waving it around, singing my praises. It attracted the attention of Dutch, who asked what we’d been up to. I let Micah explain, remaining quiet as my eyes wandered over to Arthur’s tent. The canvas was pinned back so he wasn’t isolated, and he was sitting upright against the wagon and watching us, his journal open on his lap, pencil in his hand but no longer moving. He was looking at Micah, not seeming to notice my gaze on him, and the man in question distracted me with a hand on my shoulder.

“What’d I tell you, Dutch? She and I do well, paired up together. That was a good call of yours to send us out to that house together all those weeks ago,” Micah said, his fingers kneading and rubbing at my shoulder, far too comfortable there. I eased away a bit, until he got the hint and let go of me. That was one thing I could give him credit for; he tended not to push things further than I’d like.

“Sixty dollars is pretty darn good for a bag of broken glass, I must admit that’s probably some of the easiest money we’ve ever made,” Dutch replied, giving me a proud smile. “My dear, you have any more ideas where that came from?”

“I could probably think of some,” I said, “though, these kinds of things probably shouldn’t be done in the same town too often, in case some busy body catches wind.”

“Of course, you do what you think is best,” Dutch nodded, taking the money that Micah offered to him; the camp’s cut. He handed me my share too, and I slipped it away in my satchel before glancing over at Arthur again.

“Anyway, excuse me,” I dipped my head politely and went to excuse myself. A hand wrapped around my wrist, and I turned to see it was Micah.

“Thank you, darlin’, for a very pleasant evening,” he told me, his tone dripping with his version of charm. I stalled for a moment, taken aback by it.

“Oh, you’re welcome,” I murmured.

“I’m welcome, am I?” He repeated, a sinuous, cheeky laugh following up his words. I retracted my arm and walked away, fast losing interest in whatever sort of innuendo he might be making.

“Mr. Bell?” I heard Dutch questioning playfully. Micah laughed, secretive and somewhat suggestive. I frowned to myself, trying my damnedest to rise above it, something unpleasant crawling within me at the thought of the assumptions Dutch could possibly come to.

Why couldn’t Micah act like the half decent human being I’d seen glimpses of, all the time? Perhaps then, the rest of the gang might actually like him, considering I got the impression that most of them didn’t.

I reached Arthur’s tent just as Miss Grimshaw did, she was carrying a bucket of water.

“Here you go, Mr. Morgan, be careful it’s not too warm for you,” she said, leaving the bucket on his table before turning to undo the strings tying the canvas to the wagon, about to let it swing closed when she spotted me.

“Thanks, Susan,” Arthur told her, his voice sounding tired and monotonous.

“You have a visitor,” she said, shifting to show me to him. He was unbuttoning his union suit, and paused to wave me in. I entered, the canvas falling closed behind me as Susan left us alone in the privacy of the tent.

I sat down on the chair by Arthur’s bed, helping him pull back his union suit so he wouldn’t have to strain and pull too hard on his injury. It was healing well, all things considered, but I knew that it still caused him a lot of pain and he wasn’t yet out of the woods. The more time went on, the less happy he seemed being cooped up, and I felt so much sympathy for him.

He left the union suit hanging around his hips, scooting forwards on the bed to reach for the bucket of water, grunting a little at the use of his bad arm. I placed my hand on his chest and reached into the bucket for him, taking out the washcloth there, squeezing it out and bringing it to his body, scrubbing it gently over his chest. Arthur kept his eyes down towards the floor as I washed him. I didn’t want him to feel bad about being bathed like a child, so I tried to do it in a way that was affectionate, bordering on sensual so that he might enjoy it, rather than feel embarrassed.

“How’d it go with Micah?” He asked me, and my mind went to his offer in the Parlour House before it went to our job, making my hand still on his toned stomach. I carried on quickly, though, re-wetting the cloth and bringing it to his arm, and he held it out for me to give me better access.

“You wanna talk about Micah whilst I’m doing my very best to be like them bath girls you mentioned?” I teased him.

“I mentioned bath girls?” He questioned, head quickly turning to me, eyes filling with dread.

“The night you turned up here. Ain’t surprised you don’t remember, you weren’t in a good way. All that whiskey, too,” I explained. Arthur kept staring at me and I met his eyes, chuckling. “What'chu look so nervous for?”

“I’m sorry if I said anything out of line,” he said ashamedly, eyes dropping to where my hands worked across his forearm.

“What? You didn’t.”

“I’ve only ever paid for one once, an’ that was out of curiosity. Never thought much to it, felt a little awkward if I’m being honest,” he told me quietly, “I don’t make a habit of it.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” I laughed, dragging the cloth under the palm of his hand and kissing at his fingertips. “You made a joke, that’s all. We laughed about it.”

“Oh, well alright,” he murmured. I stared at his face for a moment before taking a breath and answering his question.

“It went well, anyway. Got sixty dollars, and it turned out being pretty funny… we had people stepping into help us, the con artists."

"Really?” He asked, lips curling up into something close to a smile. I nodded and he breathed a short laugh.

“Felt a little bad for a moment, but,” I trailed off, shrugging.

“Ain’t nothing compared to what the rest of us do,” he murmured, going quiet for a moment before adding, “well, I’m glad it went well.”

“I figured it’d been a while since I brought in any money.”

“You’re alright, you do enough.”

“How’re you feeling, anyway?” I asked, moving onto his other arm; on his injured side. I avoided his dressing and carefully brushed the cloth over his skin. Arthur was silent for a few seconds.

“I’m fine.”

“You sure?” I peered at his eyes, though he kept his gaze on my hands.

“I’m just… I don’t like having to just lie here,” he admitted.

“I know, sweetheart, but you gotta get fit and healthy again. You ain’t gonna do that by pushing yourself.”

“I know. It ain’t so bad when you’re here, but,” he trailed off and sighed, and my hand froze on his bicep.

“I’m sorry for leaving you, earlier. It didn’t occur to me– I thought you were just fed up over not being able to get out yourself,” I apologised, and Arthur met my eyes, his widening a little.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that. I know I can’t keep you chained to my bedside this whole time,” he chuckled, “you gotta do what you gotta do. Don’t mind me.”

“I will mind you. I don’t like seeing you upset.”

Arthur shook his head and changed the subject. “Saw Micah touching you again, he ain’t getting ideas just ‘cause you’re working with him, is he?”

My eyes widened and I faltered, my heart beating it’s way into my throat. It was as if Arthur had read my mind and somehow knew something had happened. He frowned in concern at my expression, and I sighed and decided it was best to come clean, as keeping it to myself felt dirty.

“I want to tell you something,” I began.

“Okay,” he sounded nervous.

“Don’t be mad. Micah and I went to the Parlour House after, just to have a drink to celebrate a job well done,” I said, meeting his eyes.

He was staring at me with parted lips, anxiety clear in his pretty eyes.

My mouth went dry and I shifted the cloth to my other hand and began cleaning his back. “I’m only telling you this in the name of openness, and because it feels wrong to keep it from you when we're… you know.”

“Angel,” he exhaled, his head shaking minutely. I realised how it was all sounding and was quick to amend my clunky wording.

“Arthur, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you. Nothing happened,” I assured him and he relaxed a little, sighing out in mild relief. “But he did… offer.”

“He offered?” He repeated drily.

“Yes, he tried to persuade me to- to– well, you know what I’m talking about, don’t you? I told him no, obviously, and thankfully he didn’t push. But I wanted to tell you, Arthur, because I see that he likes to rile people up, twist things, and the last thing I wanted was for some rumour to start and for you to hear it, and–”

“I understand,” he nodded, cutting me off with a gruff tone. His jaw was tight and he stared daggers at the ground. “That son of a bitch’s lucky I’m injured, if I weren’t I’d be out there right now–”

“Arthur, it’s fine.”

“–knocking seven bells out'a him.”

“I don’t doubt it, that’s another reason why I’m telling you now instead of waiting around until something gets spread and you’re fit enough to do something about it. I don’t want you fighting him on my account, you get on poorly enough without me.”

“He’s a bag of shit, sweetheart, with or without you I’m sure at some point I’ll bust his face, whether he looks at me wrong or somethin’ worse,” he growled. I sighed and leaned close, pressing a kiss to his damp shoulder before rinsing the cloth, continuing to wash him.

“It’s not worth it,” I told him.

“Oh, it would be. Nothin’ would bring me greater pleasure,” he responded, and I caught his eye.

“Nothing?” I repeated, cocking a brow suggestively.

“I hate him so goddamn much,” he said through clenched teeth, missing my insinuation. His voice had darkened to that particular tone that always ran right through me and made my insides hum peculiarly. “It’s bad enough he’s kissing Dutch’s ass like he is, now he’s tryin'a get a piece of yours.”

“Arthur,” I breathed, shaking my head and letting out a surprised laugh at his choice of words. “I handled it.”

He looked at me, his brows arching unhappily. I kissed his cheek then brought the cloth back to his front, scrubbing it down the center of his torso, over his abs, right above where his union suit covered his more intimate parts. I felt him tense.

“Don’t think about him no more, we’re alone right now. It’s just us,” I reminded him. He went quiet, watching me as I tugged at his union suit; he lifted his hips to allow me to pull it down his legs, leaving him naked. It was the first time I’d seen him completely nude, the first time I’d seen his manhood in decent light from the lantern.

I swallowed, heating up significantly, and began washing his thighs, bending to wash his calves, his feet. Moving up and repeating the action on his other leg. The tent had gone unnaturally quiet, like we were both trying to breathe silently. I pretended not to notice the way his body began to stir at my touch. I rinsed the cloth, biting down on my lip as I gingerly brought it between his legs.

“I could do that,” his words were breathy and half-hearted. I tried to be as appropriate as possible, but regardless he hardened further under the cloth in my hand. My heart pounded harder than I imagined it could, thinking about the gang being outside of the tent, completely ignorant to whatever we got up to in there.

“Arthur,” I whispered, turning my head but keeping it tilted down, not daring to meet his eyes. “You think if I was to… to do something for you, you’d be able to be discreet?”

I heard him swallow, then he shifted slightly on the bed. “You don’t have to do anything.”

“Would you be able to be quiet?” I rephrased, making myself look up to his eyes. He bit down on his lip, gnawing for a moment as his face reddened.

“Angel, I lived out my teenage years living in camps just like this,” he started, his voice so very quiet, “I’m more practiced than I care to admit in being quiet.”

We shared a breathy laugh, faces lingering close to one another. I pressed forwards and kissed him, rubbing his growing erection with the warm, wet cloth a little more purposefully now. His breathing sped up, his body jerking, lips moving against mine hungrily. His arm reached for me, crossing his chest, twisting his shoulder and making his breath hitch with a shot of pain. I let go of the cloth momentarily to guide his arm back, breaking the kiss and looking him in the eye.

“Don’t do nothin’, just enjoy this,” I told him and he nodded after a moment.

I pressed against his chest, prompting him to lean back against the side of the wagon, and I picked up where I left off, my other hand roaming across his chest. He seemed to appreciate my hand’s exploration. Though, admittedly I was doing it more out of greed than to bring him any extra pleasure. Arthur’s body was incredible. Firm and built with muscle, marred by the occasional scar and oh so beautiful. I couldn’t not feel him all over, noting the way his chest hair felt under my palm, the way his muscles flexed when my hand moved over his abdomen, lower down. He was so attractive to me and I found myself enjoying the situation far more than I expected.

He let his eyes fall closed as his mouth fell open, audible breaths leaving him, the occasional, quiet hum of pleasure as my grip tightened around both him and the cloth. I hoped the warm wetness added to the experience.

“You’re so handsome,” the words slipped from me of their own accord, so naturally. His chest jerked a bit with a quiet laugh and he opened his eyes to me. “I wanna give you more than this.”

“How could you possibly think that this ain’t more than enough?” He questioned breathlessly.

“I wanna give myself to you, completely,” I divulged to him and his jaw slackened, face morphing into one of deep pleasure. “Would you have me?”

“Jesus– princess, of course I would,” he exhaled, his good arm reaching up, hand cupping my face, thumb tracing my cheekbone. A smile formed on my lips and I dipped my head enough to watch my hand working over his length, speeding up. A quiet grunt released from his throat and his hips jerked a bit on the bed.

“Can’t think of anyone else I’d rather experience all this with for the first time,” I told him, letting go of the cloth and wrapping my hand around him again. Skin on skin. He loosened a quiet sound, nothing that had me worrying that people might hear. “And I think about us, making love for real.”

Arthur’s hand slipped away from my face, landing on my shoulder where his fingers squeezed around the material of my top. His eyes closed again, brow creasing.

“Shit, I'm…” he breathed, not finishing his sentence. I licked my lips and squeezed him firmer, my hand sliding freely as the head of his length grew wetter. It wasn’t just leftover from the wet cloth.

“Never wanted it so bad before,” I continued, and Arthur shook his head weakly.

“Me neither,” he said, surprising me.

“Yeah?"

"God, yeah. Cooped up in this tent, no distractions, the mind wanders an awful lot.”

“Well, now you know, I promise myself to you. I'm all yours, once you’re well enough,” I told him, leaning towards him and kissing the base of his jaw, near his ear. I kissed down a little, testing out a few spots on his neck, hearing him breathing hard and fast.

“Almost there,” he whispered in a low exhale.

I hummed a pleased sound, leaning back so I could watch him; my free hand gliding over his chest again, nails raking through hair, palm knocking against a nipple. His abdomen tensed, making his muscles more pronounced. Then, with a soft sigh of my name and the loosening of everything, he came. Shooting up over my knuckles, onto his belly, his breath was hot and laboured, puffing and filling the tent. He managed not to make too much noise; the odd grunt, a loud breath like a heavy sigh, my name once or twice more. I bit my lip as I watched him, my own arousal warm and demanding between my legs. I ignored it.

“That’s nice,” I whispered, my thumb sliding over the head of his member through some of the slick, lifting off and watching a string form between us. Arthur seemed amused by my fascination, letting me play with him as he calmed down from the peak of his pleasure.

I was tempted to lick at my hand, curiosity rising about what he might taste like. However, I decided against it, letting go of Arthur and reaching for the discarded washcloth. I soaked it in the water before using it to clean both of us up, peeking up at his eyes to catch him watching me with a small, tired smile on his face. My skin heated up at his attention. I averted my eyes back down to his body, wiping up the evidence of what we’d done where it pooled below his navel.

“Thank you,” he whispered to me. I laughed a little, shaking my head.

“You don’t have to thank me for that,” I told him and he shrugged his good shoulder.

“I feel more relaxed now than I have all week, I’m thanking you. That was real nice,” he insisted, moving to sit up gingerly once I was done cleaning him. He approached me for a kiss, one that was sweet and simple, tender.

“Well, I’m glad. Let’s get you dressed,” I smiled, running my hand over his body to check that he was dry enough; pleased to find the air had dried him off during our deviation.

I helped him back into his union suit – he rarely bothered dressing any further than that lately unless he planned on venturing out of his tent – and once he was dressed I guided him to lay back down on his bed. It was getting late anyway, and Arthur looked sleepy. I stood up, going to get rid of the dirty water, but Arthur reached for me, hand catching my skirt.

“Leave that. I don’t want you to go, yet,” he murmured.

“I’ll come right back.”

“Mm, just sit for a sec’,” he insisted, and I didn’t resist.

I quickly came to learn that Arthur became a little more affectionate after we were intimate; cuddly, clingy even. Though, not in a way I disliked. I couldn’t bring myself to neglect his apparent need for closeness, and sat myself down on the chair next to his bed.

I threaded my fingers through Arthur’s where his hand rested on his stomach, feeling the rise and fall of his steadying breath. My eyes wandered to the side of the wagon where a couple of pictures were pinned. There was one of Arthur with Hosea and Dutch, taken a long time ago. They were all very young, Arthur looked like he could be in his teens, certainly no older than his early twenties. There was another photo of a dog, and one of another gentleman. I gathered it was Arthur’s father, given the fact he was holding up a board that read Lyle Morgan, and I recognised the hat he was wearing as the one Arthur wore now.

Another photograph caught my eye, one that was framed and sitting on one of the storage boxes in his tent; it was laying face down. I reached for it to pick it back up, thinking it must’ve been knocked over at some point. I immediately recognised the woman in the frame, looking as pretty as the day I’d seen her in person. It was Mary. I looked at Arthur, his eyes were closed but he opened them after a moment as if sensing my attention. He noticed what I was looking at, his face shifting into something anxious.

“Do you still miss her?” I asked, keeping my tone light, not accusatory.

“Not really, not anymore,” he told me, “I’ve kept that photo since we ended things, I held onto her all these years, but I ain’t got no reason to now.”

“I wouldn’t mind if you did. She was special to you,” I said, putting the photo down, standing up the frame. He craned his neck to look at it.

“She was. I guess I… I think fondly of her, but I don’t think of her the same way as I used to. Not since you and I,” he explained, turning his attention to me. He gazed at me from his pillow, face relaxed, a soft smile on his lips. “You’re all I think about now.”

His words flustered me and I shifted in my seat, eyes darting all over the tent.

“You really mean it when you say you’ll give yourself to me?” He asked after a moment. I met his eyes again, noting the soft crease of his forehead.

“Of course. When you’re all better and the time is right,” I said, seeing his forehead soften. “I want to.”

“Me too. It would mean a lot to me, I’m not–” he paused, rephrasing. “I haven’t shared that connection with many people. Two, in fact.”

“Really?” My brows raised and I hoped I hadn’t offended him with how shocked I sounded. Arthur simply chuckled.

“Really. And truth be told, neither of 'em really meant anything at the time. It weren’t like you and me, how we are,” he explained, and I couldn’t help but frown, eyes wandering over to the photograph beside me.

“What about Mary, surely that was kind of like us?” I pointed out and Arthur shook his head, eyes peeling up to the roof of the tent.

“She and I never actually went the whole way. We might’ve fooled around a little, but,” he admitted, much to my surprise. “She didn’t wanna risk falling pregnant and disappointing her father, she was adamant she’d be married and settled before anything like that. For security’s sake. I guess it was the smart thing for her to do.”

“Well then, lucky for us I ain’t too smart,” I snorted.

“If wanting to share a bond like that with someone special is dumb, well, I’m a fool too,” he chuckled, then sighed. “It’d be a first for me. I lost my virginity to a prostitute, the fellers we was rolling with at the time’s idea of a birthday gift when I turned eighteen. Sometimes I regret that, but I was a kid, too curious for my own good.

"Then, few years later when things went to pot with Mary, I was stupid and upset, went to bed with the first person who showed an interest and that– that’s how Isaac came to be.”

I didn’t know how to respond to his openness. I certainly appreciated that he felt comfortable enough to be honest with me, and somehow I felt comforted by the fact that he didn’t have an awful lot of experience. I’d assumed otherwise, of course, simply because he was perhaps the most handsome man I’d ever seen and he could’ve used that to his advantage if he wanted.

“And uh, that’s my romantic history in a nutshell, I guess,” he gave a nervous laugh when the silence stretched on a little too long. I leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you for telling me that,” I whispered, “I feel better knowing that you and I ain’t so far apart.”

“And I feel better now I ain’t gotta try and live up to any expectations. If I don’t do a good job…” he frowned to himself and I kissed his cheek again.

“You ain’t got nothing to worry about. I’ve liked everything we’ve done so far. Rather a lot,” I smiled at him, wide enough to feel the need to try and stifle myself as to not seem overly eager.

“I jus’ wanna please you,” he whispered, reaching up to stroke the side of my face. I leaned into his palm, closing my eyes. “And make it special for you.”

“It’ll be special,” I whispered back. “'Cause it’s you, and I care about you a great deal.”

“I didn’t think I could feel anything like this again,” he confessed, and I opened my eyes to meet his. “Thought I’d used up all my chances.”

My mouth opened, but I was lost for words. I wished I could think of something to say to him that’d make him feel at least half as warm as I did, instead I just stared at him with an expression I hoped wasn’t as blank as my mind.

“–I have never known a woman, with so many needs!” An irritable voice cut through the quiet, I soon recognised it as Dutch’s.

“You don’t know the first thing about a woman’s needs,” Molly was slating right back, her words enough to make Arthur and I wince at each other.

“How selfish are you?–” Came Dutch’s response, more annoyance spewing from the next tent, only getting more heated. Arthur sighed heavily, his hand dropping away from the side of my face.

The little bubble I was in burst as I remembered there was more than just Arthur and I in the world.

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #fanfiction #arthur morgan x reader #atink #arthur morgan x female reader #rdr2 fanfic #reader insert #micah bell #dutch van der linde

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angelic-guardienne · 5 years

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Gladio + s/o with thick hair hc

I’m black. I have thick hair. I love Gladio. I’ve been meaning to write these headcanons for a good while, but never felt... qualified enough, in a weird way. I’ve had my hair natural for about a year now (I can’t believe it’s been that long, wow) and I still don’t feel like I’m knowledgeable enough to write these, because there’s still so much for me to learn.

Still. Even if I’m certainly still learning the hows and whys of my hair, I wanted to write these. Took a solid month of time, and it definitely didn’t cover everything about the Experience (TM), but that’s mostly because I haven’t experienced it myself. Namely, anything with heat because heat damage was the reason I chopped off my hair and went natural, haha.

Buuuut that’s enough from me. I want to get this posted before I have to start getting ready for work, so. Without further ado, here are the headcanons!

Tagging: @blindedstarlight @crazykruemel @ponkita @tales-of-a-fallen-star @valkyrieofardyn @insomniacapples @kawaiinekorose @glacian-apocalypse @honey-your-bee-puns-sting @neo-queen-alinity @singergurl91 @jaysfandomcorner @commitmentroses @linxsa99 @sakuraangel1 @tiniestofqueens @bestchocobois @magictactic200

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Gladio absolutely adores your natural hair. Whether it’s curlier or wavier (or both if you’re like me and have mixed curl patterns rip), he adores it

He’s always kinda sad when you put it up or straighten it, he loves it more when you just wear it down and out and b i g

(though that being said, it’s not that he doesn’t love the other hairstyles, he just loves it more when your hair is out. that’s his favorite style, he loves seeing you embrace your natural self)

He wishes his hair could do the things that yours can do

(he jokingly says he might get a perm and you have to shut that down in an instant cause lord knows that man has zero impulse control)

On those days where your hair just won’t cooperate, he’s defo there to lend a helping hand (once he learns how to handle your hair, of course. as soon as he’s trusted with it, he loves loves loves helping you with it)

If you’re anything like me you’ve got an army of hair products and Gladio just l o v e s the way they all smell

Sometimes you’ll catch him in your products and you’re like “what do you need curl defining cream for, huh?” and he’s just like “it smells like you” and you can get mad at him but can you really when he says stuff like that

Speaking of, he steals all of your leave-in conditioner, all the time

If you let him play in your hair, his favorite thing to do is pull on a little curl and let it go and watch it bounce back into place

It makes him giggle like a child

One time he tried running his fingers through your hair and he was actually stuck (it’d been a while since you detangled it)

Speaking of “detangling,” he tries his best to learn all the terminology

One time he falls asleep with a book about different hair types and their care routines open in his hands. it was the cutest image ever. you took a picture and made it your lockscreen

He will eagerly sit down and watch hair tutorials with you. In case you can’t do your own hair (or don’t want to) he wants to be able to help. Besides, it’s genuinely interesting to him that you can do so many different styles with your hair

(Again, he wants to try it on his own hair but it just doesn’t hold the same)

But yeah so he can’t run his fingers through your hair and at first he was a little sad about it but once he got used to the idea, he was just like “I can’t run my fingers through it but have you felt how soft it is?”

He's… obsessed with how soft your hair can get

he's obsessed with you (and your hair!) in general but yanno

It took him a minute to really truly understand the concept of shrinkage, so if your hair was straight when you met him, when he sees it natural he's like "oh man did you cut your hair? looks nice" and you have to explain it to him

Sometimes when he wants to surprise you, he'll pick up some hair products that you'd been longingly staring at (you couldn't get them yourself since they were outside of your price range at the time)

Whenever you decide to get some stuff to try a hair mask or do some deep conditioning, you bet he’s right there beside you wanting to try it as well. You’ll have to make twice as much cause he’s a little heavy handed

Speaking of him being heavy-handed, you have to tell him to chill out when he’s doing your hair because even though he sometimes buys your products for you, they’re still not cheap and you’d like them to last a little longer

If y’all are showering together and you’re washing your hair, when you’re doing something a certain way he’ll ask why and then he gets a mini-lesson in the shower (if you’re up for it, that is)

Like, detangling from the ends to the roots, sectioning the hair for ease, wide-toothed combs, making sure you put in the leave-in conditioner while still in the shower, cowashes, etc etc

If you let him wash your hair for you, good lord this man’s scalp massages are to die for

Eventually, curiosity gets the better of him and he starts using some of your advice for his own hair, and then he just? never shuts up about how much better his hair feels? he wants to tell everyone about it and he does, starting with Iris

He’s very much so the type to brag on his s/o and no one is excepted from hearing him wax poetic about them, he’s such a proud boi

(Iris just shakes her head fondly and is like “if you watched hair tutorials with me back when we were younger you would have been here already, but go off I guess”)

Whenever you wash your hair, right after you get out of the shower and are dressed again (and sometimes before that) he’s just “What are you gonna do with your hair?”

Sometimes he’ll pull up some hairstyles he found on the interwebs and show them to you, and you’ve actually done some of them but sometimes it’s way out of your league (or it’s something you would rather go to a salon to get done). Tell him, and eventually he’ll find that sweet sweet boundary between impossible and doable for suggested styles.

Once you told him you were gonna twist your hair and he had the most adorable look on his face when he asked what a twist was

You were a little shocked that he’d never heard of it before but you showed him and he was just stoked to see your hair in a bunch of twists after that (and boyo, don’t get me started on the twist-out. This man is lovestruck)

When it’s a styling day (because sometimes it takes a whole day), Gladio will sit with you and just hang out with you while you do your hair. He’ll cook for you, too, because he knows having your arms above your head for hours on end is exhausting.

Styling days are also movie days, if he can stay home! (usually you plan your styling days with his days off so you really can spend the day with him) Y’all just chill out and watch movies together and once you’re finished, you guys cuddle

The first time he used a shower cap he was literally amazed. Like he’d never really given them more than a passing thought, but like…. a cap. to protect your hair from getting wet in the shower. It’s ingenious. If he didn’t wanna get it wet he tried to put it up in a bun and hopped on the struggle bus

Suffice to say, he loves shower caps

If you have a hooded dryer at home, well. He’s not a fan of constant loud noises (or loud noises in general tbh) but he thinks it’s really cool that you can have a little piece of the salon with you at home, that you can still do certain things without having to drop the money

Speaking of the salon though.

Your stylist loves and hates him because he’s super charming and they can tell just how in love you two are and they can tell how well he treats you and all of that, but good lord when the two of you talk you move your head a lot and that’s veeeery frustrating

As soon as Gladio notices he gives you a little kiss and goes over to the waiting area but it’s really not much longer before he’s trying to text you or trying to get your attention from across the room or something like that.

If you’re due to be bound to the stylist’s chair for a long while, he’s at your beck and call and will do anything you need while you’re stuck. Snacks? You got it. Thirsty? A drink, fit with a straw so you don’t have to bend your head anymore. Entertainment? He’ll ask if you want a book or a video game. Your phone is dying? He’s got a portable battery, babey

He always checks the weather and lets you know when it’s supposed to be humid, because humid days are your worst enemy. (He hates them too, but since he started dating you he’s become more aware of their frequency)

He’s bad about the bonnet. He really is. He really tries not to say it but it’s kind of like a mushroom top. He’s so bad about it.

If you use a satin pillowcase, you’ll have to get another one because he wants to steal your pillow. He loves the way it feels against his face when he sleeps and he wants to feel it allllllll the time

But yes, all in all, as I said in the beginning, Gladio adores your natural hair and everything that comes with it and he embraces it and loves when you do the same.

#gladio #gladiolus amicitia #final fantasy xv #ffxv #writing #headcanons #thick hair s/o #i have no idea what else to tag this as so. uh. shrug emoji lmao #the awaited gladio headcanons have arrived #it's been a solid minute since i posted anything so i'm glad to post this #gotta get ready for work now oof #anyways hope y'all enjoy!!!#i was admittedly reluctant to post for a hot sec because i thought these seemed too much like prompto #but with the help of a friend i got past that #so yes. enjoy!!!

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littlesugarwords · 5 years

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Hi!! \(0-0)/ I love your writing btw!! May I request louis x reader where they are dating and there is another boy at the school who is big and obnoxious and he make vulgar suggestive comments towards the reader, how would louis react?

okay I have so many louis x reader requests here you go my children (and there’s still more coming)

combining it with this request because ;;;;;)

Okay so like the hcs you literally just posted like 2 sec ago about making out with mitch were so good and fresh👌🏽😩 please write more like that maybe with Louis? But like idek or care who at this point because those were so cute.

Louis hated Seth.

He pretty sure he was always going to at this point.

He was ridiculously obnoxious.

And he flirted with Y/N.

A lot.

Louis originally just thought he was just gross.

It was clear there wasn’t genuine care toward Y/N.

He was just trying to get into their pants.

But seeing the way Y/N bristled at his advances?

He knew he needed to do something.

Seth wasn’t going to get away with that.

Not for long.

It was that afternoon that Louis realized how bad it was.

“I’m trying to work, Seth.”

Y/N’s voice sounded snappy from the other end of the yard.

Louis’ attention turned.

Seth was clambering on Y/N’s heels.

Y/N was holding a clipboard walking into the school.

Right. They were in charge of inventory that day.

“Come on, just one date?”

“I’m not interested. I don’t do dates.”

Louis felt a pang in his stomach.

He didn’t know why.

“You’re not fun,” Seth scoffed.

“Yeah, surviving an apocalypse normally isn’t.” Y/N snapped back.

Y/N went inside and Seth darted after them.

Louis could tell he was going to contest that point.

And he hated that.

Seth couldn’t take no for an answer.

That’s what Louis hated most.

That’s what Louis thought was the most dangerous.

At dinner that night, it continued.

“What if I publicly proclaim my interest for you?” Seth proposed, leaning across the table to Y/N.

His blonde bangs fell in front of his face.

Louis scrunched his nose.

It made him look grosser than normal.

“Then will you go on a date with me?”

“No, Seth.” Y/N’s voice was firm and secure.

Seth didn’t care.

He never did.

“Cute stuff, come on. What do I need to do?”

“Back off, maybe?” Louis suggested.

His gaze shot up, stare blazing.

He didn’t intend to come off as cold as he did.

But he was pissed.

Seth blinked, surprised.

Louis shrugged. “Just a suggestion.” He snapped.

He shovelled a spoonful of food into his mouth to stop himself from saying more.

They didn’t need a fight.

Seth scoffed. “Louis, chill.”

“No,” he spat. “You’re making them uncomfortable.”

Seth blinked.

Apparently, the thought had never crossed his mind.

The table had gone dead silent, letting Louis speak.

“And I’m really sick of seeing you make them feel that way. So, back off.”

Seth didn’t say anything for the rest of dinner.

He hurriedly finished and left.

Louis didn’t bring up anything more on the matter.

“Louis?”

Y/N’s voice was soft.

Louis could recognize it anywhere.

He turned, halfway up Ericson’s front steps, and smiled.

“Thank you,” Y/N hushed. “For back there.”

Louis smiled.

His heart quickened, but he tried not to show it.

“Any time, Y/N.”

Y/N smiled.

So did his heart.

What was Y/N doing to him?

Why was he so angry with Seth?

Why did he feel so protective over Y/N?

He hated how confused he felt.

But he also didn’t hate it.

Because it meant he felt something.

A few hours later, he spotted Seth wandering to Y/N.

They were in front of the greenhouse, moving bags of soil.

Louis tensed.

He walked over to the target practice to observe.

“Y/N,”

Even the way Seth said their name drove Louis up the wall.

It felt wrong.

Like the name was too sacred to leave his mouth.

“What?” Y/N asked.

They didn’t turn around. Seth didn’t warrant that.

“I wanted to let you know, in private, that I do really like you.”

“Mhm,” Y/N sighed.

They were hauling bags.

Seth didn’t offer to help.

“Putting that on you at dinner wasn’t fair,” he said. “So I wanted to reach out again. Privately.”

“Thanks,” Y/N said, heaving as they dropped a bag. “The answer’s still no.”

Louis could feel his heart sigh.

Thank God.

Seth scoffed. “What do I need to do, Y/N?”

“For what? For me to be interested?” Y/N snapped, finally turning to face him. “Nothing. Because I’m just. Not. Interested.”

Seth crossed his arms.

“Making passes at me in front of everyone, publicly talking about me at the dinner table, complimenting body parts of mine when other people are around, not addressing me by my name - those things didn’t help your case.”

Louis whistled to snag their attention.

He was getting sick of watching.

Both of them turned his way.

Louis raised a brow at Seth.

He fired an arrow without looking,

Bullseye.

Seth left.

He didn’t pay either of them any mind.

He just stormed away.

Louis ditched the bow and arrows.

“Did he do anything to you?” He asked, darting to Y/N’s side.

Y/N shook their head and crossed their arms.

The movement exposed a cut on the back of their hand.

“Y/N,” Louis sighed. “You’re bleeding.”

“It doesn’t hurt,”

“You still need to treat it.”

Y/N said nothing.

They just squirmed.

Louis held their palm in both of his.

Delicately. He treated them like glass.

“Let me get Ruby’s first-aid kit,”

“I can’t,” Y/N said, not moving their hand. “I have watch duty.”

“Then I’ll meet you up there,” Louis hushed.

“What?” Their voice was breathy and raspy.

It was adorable.

Louis gulped.

He didn’t know why.

“I’ll meet you up there. I’ll patch you up while you watch.”

Y/N blinked.

Their hand still didn’t move.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” Louis said.

Y/N agreed.

Louis had never run inside so fast.

He was back at the watchtower in a few minutes.

“Woah,” Y/N breathed. “That was quick,”

Louis shrugged.

He didn’t wanna tell them it was because he wanted to tend to them quickly.

That he didn’t want to be away from them for long.

“Did you get this from moving soil?” Louis asked, setting the kit on the ground and snapping it open.

Y/N sighed. “I guess.”

“Nice to know Seth didn’t help.”

Y/N could taste the venom in his voice.

“Seth doesn’t help with anything.” They said.

“Other than pestering you.”

Y/N said nothing.

Louis stood up and held out his palms.

Silently asking for permission.

Y/N set their injured hand in both of his.

The contact sent a jolt through Louis.

He didn’t show it.

“Thank you for sticking up for me,” they said softly.

It felt like their words were hugging him.

His heart slammed.

“Of course,” he said. “I can’t stand there and watch him do that to you.”

“Why?”

The question caught him off guard.

He finished applying disinfectant - Y/N hadn’t flinched a bit - and he’d just started on the bandage.

But he paused to glance up.

And he met their gaze.

And feeling their warmth, he knew why.

“Because you deserve better than that.”

“Is that it?”

Y/N could read him like a book.

He squirmed. “Because he’s an asshole that needs to be put in his place.”

He finished wrapping their palm.

“And that’s all?”

God, how could they read him so clearly?

Louis gulped.

“No.”

Y/N blinked.

Louis looked up from his bandaging job.

And they stared into one another.

Lost.

“It’s because I don’t want anyone else flirting with you.”

Y/N’s eyes faintly began to grow.

“I want to be the only one doing that.” He gulped. “Well, respectfully. Not the way Seth was doing it. Seth was flirting like an asshole, I wanna flirt like–”

Y/N kissed him.

And he stopped talking.

And he melted into them.

When they pulled away, only barely, he let out a gasp.

“Woah,” he breathed.

Fireworks rumbled in his belly.

Y/N’s too.

They laughed.

And Louis kissed them.

They were tangled.

Power pushing back and forth.

Control passing between the two of them.

Each lost in the moment.

In the stars.

In each other.

“Y/N?”

A voice from below caused their lips to snap away.

They blinked at each other.

Y/N’s eyes widened.

Louis’ eyebrows lifted.

Hesitantly, their heads peeked over the edge.

Everyone stood below.

Violet, arms crossed, was smirking.

Willy scoffed. “What were those sounds you were making?”

Y/N wanted the floor to swallow them.

Louis, studying the crew on the ground, spotted Seth.

Y/N was mortified.

Louis smirked.

Good.

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le-amewzing · 2 years

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Hi there, I saw your post about you replied me but Tumblr ate your post. Lol. Thank you for the fic. Keep writing more, I'll keep reading!

Looking forward for the final ep with Parker centric. Do you have your own imagination about what's gonna happen to Parker after read the synopsis? (I'm pretty sure you do and probably more than one. 😉) Do you think you can let it out as a fic before the final on air (or after that's fine with me too) I just want to read them. 😅

BTW, I don't see the chemistry between knight and palmer as a couple (I like both of them, don't get me wrong, heck I like everyone in the team including Gibbs) but they are more like good friends than couple imo. On the other hand, I think the chemistry between Parker and knight is more like something something, you know, maybe that's why I like to read your parknight fic. Lol

Ohhh, tysm for coming off anon! :'DDD I'm very flattered by the gesture~ =w= <3 AH! So you enjoyed it? Yay! I never know unless I see activity, so I was sweating that a bit, *lol*. But ty for dropping me a msg about your enjoyment. :3 I deffo have plenty more Parknight to post and to write, so I look forward to your continued readership. c:

And HARD SAME. Ever since CBS released the ep descrips for the season finales, my heart has been beating madly for it, even tho I'm not ready for the season to end yet! 😂 Hmm, I have some thoughts, tho nothing that would be in fic form at this point (I confess, I'm more of a reactive fic writer...except for when certain scenes/eps gimme inspo and send me running off, hypothesizing XD). I'm a little concerned they might go the Gibbs route and use this Big Moment in a major Parker episode to introduce his ex-wife, and while I have my own hcs about his past marriage, I'm just a little tired of seeing the same thing again??? So I'm hoping not. :L Also hoping we're not gonna have a cliff hanger, bc that might slay me (and throw another wrench into my posting schedule ;P). Alas, best-case scenario is a cliffie, imo.

Ah, and before I answer the last part of your ask—I do wanna point out that I am a multishipper and also don't ship-bash (tho, dw, I don't interpret your comments as ship-bashing, I getcha uwu). But I agree. I love the individual charries of Knight and of Jimmy, but it's not smthg I can get behind, personally. I also discussed this a bit more in my closing A/N for "Plus One" before, actually, in defense of letting charries stay single. I love shipping, don't get me wrong, but even I get tired of show writers pairing up single charries without srsly considering chemistry. Aaaaaand, on that note, circling back to your last remark, I hella agree, with Parker and Knight there's that smthg extra there that I just cannot un-see when I watch eps (both new and reruns), and that's why I'm churning out so much content for them rn. 😉

So, for now, we few Parknight fans will just hafta dither with each other...and also enjoy the Parknight sideblog I made! it's v cute i insist you take a peek uwu 💞

Thx so much for the msg! Always feel free to chat~ :D

#ncis #parknight #mewling stupid things #rossibeard #asks #thx for the compliments!

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followmetoyourdoom · 7 years

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Day 2: Hurt Comfort/Trapped - Iristo

Set post-canon when Mephisto is staying with the girls and slowly healing. But somethings take longer to heal than others...

Click here for my hc about Mephisto’s post-canon appearance in this fic btw ^-^

Read it on ao3 or below:

All night Mephisto had been tossing and turning in the too comfortable bed, the alien bed where he didn't feel like he belonged. Especially when he should be out there trying to bring Praxina back from whatever madness had taken over her.

Not to mention the constant phantom pain he experienced in his legs. Or rather, what was left of his legs after the explosion. Mephisto was grateful the princesses had accepted him into their home, had taught him better control of light magic so he could craft himself feet that he could actually walk on and move. But even so… there would always be more of him missing than that.

Regardless, he had chores to do.

Clumsily he got to his feet, wincing as he put weight on his legs. He had to get used to this walking lark, not just to blend in with the humans, but also to help his own recovery.

Wandering out of his room, he popped his head around the kitchen door. Ellira was already cooking more of that strange human food, it sizzled in the pan and she cursed as it spat at her. How curious earth cooking was.

"Morning," he said groggily, slinking further around the door. "Need any help?"

Ellira raised her eyebrows at the dark bags under his eyes and sighed. The poor boy had been through so much. "I think you'd make more of a mess than I could," she joked goodnaturedly, thinking of an easy job for him - she knew how easily boredom took a hold of him. "Although… would you mind putting the laundry on? I have to go out to the shop later, but I'll leave breakfast in the microwave for you when you finish. Sound like a plan?"

Mephisto nodded. Breakfast did indeed sound good, and he'd tackled that particular chore before, even if the laundry contraption did confuse him sometimes. There were so many different buttons, and even Iris hadn't been able to explain them all to him as she'd rested against the laundry room's door. But they'd managed regardless.

Making his way upstairs, holding onto the banister for support, Mephisto knocked gently on Iris' door.

"Laundry collection," he called.

There was no reply so Mephisto carefully opened the door to find the room empty. He shrugged and wandered over to her laundry basket, enchanting it to follow him and leaving the room with it in tow. He'd return it later. Maybe.

Mephisto repeated the process with the other princesses' rooms and soon had a little train of baskets following him down the stairs. Another was added when he popped into Ellira's room, and soon he was shoving the clothes into the machine, regardless of colour and with his head turned the other way so he didn't see anything he shouldn't.

He dragged the last basket forwards to empty, but as he did so the door it had been propping open slammed shut.

The tiny laundry room turned pitch black immediately and Mephisto froze.

It's okay, he rationed, the door just shut. All I need to do is open it. He called a magic circle so he could see where he was and found the door handle.

But it wouldn't open.

Now the panic was setting in. The light around Mephisto's hand faded as he tugged and pulled with all his might at the door, his actions getting more and more sporadic and desperate.

"Stupid thing, open! WHY WON'T YOU OPEN!!!" He slammed his fists against it, hoping Ellira was still in the kitchen. He went to blast it open, damage be damned, but when he try to call on his magic again, it failed him. "No! No I can't have- I can do this." This time the light returned but soon spluttered out and Mephisto was left in the dark once again.

He slipped uselessly to the floor, the memories flooding back to him.

He remembered all the times Gramorr had punished him, stripping him of his magic and locking him in an opaque crystal dome that Praxina was forced to break him out of to practise her magic. He remembered all the times he'd screamed himself hoarse and cried out for help until he ran out of tears, but it had never mattered because the dome was always too thick and no sound could get in or out. The only thing he'd ever been able to do was wait and try his best not to break down completely.

So that's what he did now.

He pulled his broken legs towards himself, wrapping his arms around the cold crystal prosthetics and rocked in place, whimpering his sister's name over and over again.

She'd save him, she always did. Praxina would be at it already, working to free him so they could be reunited again. She would break him out soon, she would, he knew she would; she had to otherwise the punishment would be worse.

Perhaps your brother needs a more permanent crystal residence, hm?

No, please Master I- I can do this. I just need more time.

You are trying my patience Praxina! You have run out of time, complete the spell now or I will make true on my promise. I can afford to lose one twin, especially him.

Hours passed.

The tormented imagines became clearer and clearer in Mephisto's mind, the real world but a dream. Anything was better than reliving this, anything.

Eventually the door swung open and Mephisto blinked then scrambled out on all fours. He huddled against the nearest wall he came to, and basked in the artificial lights of the hall, thankful to be out of there but confused by his surroundings.

"Mephisto?" Iris carefully crouched down in front of him, concern etched onto her face.

Flinching, Mephisto held his hands up, magic circles flickering on and off before them. "S-stay back! Where am I? Where have you taken me?!? Who are you?"

Iris shared a look with the other girls, but they were just as befuddled as she was. Turning back to Mephisto, Iris went through his questions slowly and steady. "It's me, Iris. And you're in the house, you're staying with us for a bit, remember? Are you okay Mephisto?"

But this did nothing to console him. "Where's my sister! What did Gramorr do to her? What sort of illusion has he put up this time?" he demanded, tearful eyes darting around frantically, taking in his surroundings, but his mind couldn't process anything he saw. Not even when the other princesses stood behind Iris called upon their magic, ready in case he acted up. Mephisto was just too lost in the memory of those awful times.

Talia frowned down at him. "What is he blabbing on about? Is he trying to trick us?" She stepped forwards, magic circle now fully formed.

"No! Talia, I- I think he's just confused and scared. I can handle this, don't worry. Step down."

Auriana placed a hand on Talia's shoulder, pulling her back and steering her towards the laundry room. "C'mon, let's finish putting the clothes in that metal box thing."

Talia sighed but lowered her hand, albeit reluctantly, and followed Auriana into the tiny room.

Meanwhile Iris sat cross legged in front of Mephisto who was still freaking out. "Mephisto, Mephisto look at me," she commanded. When he did so, she carefully took his hands and placed them on her open palms. "See, you're safe. No magic, nothing to hurt you. Safe."

"But Praxina…" he mumbled.

"Praxina… is," Iris didn't really want to upset him right now, especially if he was having a bout of amnesia, but she didn't want to lie either. "She's not here right now. But she'll be joining us soon, I'll make sure of it."

And Iris meant it. One way or another, she was going to ensure Mephisto got his sister back.

For now she simply squeezed his hand. "Do you want to go back to your room? Have some food? Or just sit here for a while longer?"

Mephisto could only nod, so when he didn't move, Iris assumed he was agreeing with the latter. She went to drop his hands, but Mephisto held onto them tightly, needing something, someone, anything to hold onto.

They sat there in silence for a while. Even when Talia and Auriana left the laundry room, Iris simply tilted her head towards the practise room, she'd get there in time. But more time passed and Iris eventually moved to sit next to Mephisto against the wall, leaning slightly against him when he tugged at her arm and rested his head on her shoulder.

"Thank you," Mephisto muttered almost an hour later, sitting up properly. "And sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry for," Iris turned to smile at him. "You're part of the team now, we've got to look out for each other, yeah?" When he didn't reply, Iris cocked her head. "You wanna talk about it?"

Mephisto considered this. "Not yet… but uh, small dark spaces are a no for me."

"Okay I'll keep that in mind. Make sure you always prop the laundry door open then, it tends to slam shut and stick."

"Yeah, I noticed," Mephisto muttered dryly, then fumbled to apologise when he saw the look on Iris' face. "Sorry, that was…" He struggled to find the right word. "Unnecessary," he finally settled on. "I'm trying to work on the whole sarcasm thing."

Iris smiled sadly. "It's okay. I know it's hard. Everything's just suddenly changed and you're not sure where you fit in, you don't know what feels right or what you're capable of doing..." she trailed off, remembered when she'd first been introduced to magic, when her world had turned upside down. "Sorry, I got a little off track. But, you can talk to me about it whenever you want. I might not have gone from evil to good, but I do know a little something about drastic changes."

Mephisto cleared his throat, afraid to speak his mind, and stood up, stumbling slightly. Iris jumped up after him and hovered her hands near him worriedly. The concern on her face almost brought fresh tears to Mephisto's eyes.

"Do you need anything?"

Okay this was ridiculous, he couldn't take her pity any more. "I think a kiss might help," he quipped, trying to change the tone of the conversation.

And it worked, though perhaps a little too well.

Iris giggled and stood on her toes to plant a kiss on his cheek. "There, better?"

Mephisto almost fell back on the floor. As it was he squeaked ever so quietly, then coughed in an attempt to mask it. "Right um… I uh, thank you princess, and uh… food yes, food sounds like a good idea, I heard mention of food earlier." He walked towards the kitchen, head in the clouds, and smacked face first into the door frame.

Gasping, Iris rushed over. "Are you okay?"

"This is where sarcasm really comes in handy," he muttered, holding his face. "Klatznik, I haven't broke anything, have I? I'd hate to ruin my dashing good looks."

Iris raised an eyebrow as Mephisto tentatively peeked out from behind his hands, his face perfectly intact except for a tiny red mark on the end of his nose. "God forbid you ruin your dashing good looks."

"Well yeah have you se- wait… was that sarcasm?"

Grinning, Iris booped him on the nose. "Maybe. And you're fine silly." She pulled him into the kitchen. "C'mon, let's get food, I promise it'll help."

Mephisto gave a lopsided smile as he watched her hair swish over her shoulders and knew he was done for. Though, if he was being honest with himself, he'd been falling for the princess for a while now. She always knew what to say to cheer people up and was so nice - he never knew nice could be so appealing, but then again, he never knew he'd ever be on this side of the fight either.

Iris caught him smiling at her and smiled back, a slight blush decorating her freckles.

Maybe not all changes were bad.

#lolirock #lrmsw #iristo #tw: panic attack #lr spoilers #my writing

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mystic-bs · 7 years

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Could I request hcs of the rfa+saeran dealing with an mc with agoraphobia induced by panic disorder?;;

Sorry this took so long, anon! I am here now, I hope this is good, I don’t have a 100% understanding of agoraphobia, but I read about it to get more in depth and I hope I did okay!! also, warning: maybe some triggering content? Also long ass post lmao (it literally took me three four hours??)

Yoosung

Yoosung has his problems, having to deal with Rika’s death and all, so naturally he knows what it’s like to feel unbearable pain

However, he hasn’t experienced the amount of fear and anxiety you feel just to leave the house

And to be honest, you haven’t really brought it up to him

You just kinda offered to stay home and clean, and if you knew he was planning on going out then you would purposely dirty the place so you’d have a reason to stay behind

However, today is the day you are forced to leave the house

Yoosung has a horrible case of the flu, and needs medicine ASAP

Obviously he can’t get it himself, he’s sick!

So, you decide that maybe, just maybe, you’ll be able to get out and get back with no trouble

“I-I’ll be back soon… Call me if anything happens, okay?” you say, putting on your coat, trying so so hard to not show any fear

“Okay,” he coughs. “Thank you…”

He’s so sick… Which motivates you to push yourself to the doctors office to pick up his prescription.

Gulping, you nod, and open the door

You’re a paranoid wreck the whole walk there— you don’t like driving because that’s dangerous and you could get in an accident

You keep looking behind you, and your eyes rarely leave the sidewalk below you, twiddling your fingers to keep your mind off of it

But it doesn’t help

It’s just too strong, and you can’t hold it back anymore

Your breathing in creases, and you look up and at the people around you

so many people, too many people, they’re all looking at you, they’re all looking at you, what if they wanna hurt you? What are they thinking about you?!

You can’t walk anymore, you’re shaking too hard, your legs aren’t cooperating

Your heart is racing, and you can’t slow it down, and you break out into a sweat

It’s getting harder and harder to take breaths now, and you can feel the panic breaking into your chest, causing tears to surface

You can’t do it, you just can’t…

You back up slowly, eyes darting from place to place

you can’t break down here, not here, anywhere but here…

Using all your might, you turn around and break into a full on sprint back to your house

Good thing you didn’t make it very far before you had to turn back and run

You reach the front door, breaths becoming shorter and shorter now

You jiggle the doorknob, looking over your shoulder obsessively, trying to jam your key into the lock

In the panic you drop your keys, and it feels like you’re going to break soon, you can already feel the attack coming, you can’t calm yourself down….

“Let me in!” you shout, banging on the door, tears falling from your face, saliva sticking to your lips

“Let me in, let me in!” you pound on the door, eventually sliding down it, and curling up in the corner, pulling your knees up to your face, rocking back and fourth

These moments, they last forever… Seconds feel like minutes, minutes feel like hours

You hear the lock click, and the door open

“(y-y/n)? What’s wrong??”

You look up and see Yoosung, looking at you with a panicked expression, yet a pale and sickly looking one at the same time

“Y-Yoosung!” you sob, getting into the house as fast as possible and slamming the door behind you, locking it

“(y/n) what,” he has a coughing fit, “what happened!?”

“I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t, I couldn’t, I couldn’t, I couldn’t…!” you holler grabbing your hair and pulling, your nails digging into your scalp, even to the point where you draw blood

When Yoosung sees the blood dripping from your forehead, he kneels down and quickly rips your hands away from yourself, “t-talk to me (y/n), what happened!”

You wrap your arms around his torso, trying not to dig your nails into him, and you just shake your head and scream

Yoosung is scared for you, he’s never ever seen you like this

“I-I’m sorry…. I’m so… I’m so sorry!” you wail, hiding your head in his chest. “I wanted to… I wanted to be able to do this for you but I just… I just can’t!”

“Do what???”

“I… I can’t do it… I can’t go out, I hate, I hate public spaces, anywhere with people, I just… I can’t stand it! I get so scared and it just eats away at me and I can’t, I can’t, I can’t!” you scream, shaking uncontrollably and hanging onto Yoosung for dear life

“T-That’s what this is about?” he asks softly, stroking your hair

“MC… Why didn’t you just say so?” he kisses your forehead

he really hopes you don’t get sick because he’s so close to you

“If that was the case I could’ve had Zen or Seven run out and get it for me.. MC,” tears swell in his eyes, “I don’t like seeing you like this… You’re my MC… I-I’m sorry I made you go out…” he sniffles, and pulls you closer to him

“Y-You didn’t know,” you start taking some deep breaths, even though it’s hard due to your head spinning and your body being numb, “I’m sorry… That I couldn’t d-do it for you…” you feel the tears coming back

“MC… It’s okay, really… I understand…” he coughs. “I’m not mad or upset, MC,” he hugs you close until you calm down

It was… Nice, and calming being in his arms

He understands now, and now you don’t have to mess up the house for an excuse to stay home…

You like this feeling; the feeling of comfort

But you really did get the flu after this

Zen

You’re okay at some places, you are

You can handle shopping for things like food and cleaner… But that’s only because you have a purpose being there

You’re doing something, and you don’t feel so purposeful at the bar.

Zen was stressed about not getting a part, so you agreed to going to the bar with him for a night of fun to get his mind off of it

It’s not just any bar, no, it’s a club

The music is so deafening, and the people dancing and laughing and just… There’s too much, it’s too much

But Zen seems to be having a good time…

“Wanna dance, princess?” he asks, winking at you

You really don’t want to, nor do you want to be here… It’s literally your worst nightmare

The only other times you’ve been to a place like this, it’s ended horribly

In fact it’s gotten so bad that you have a horrible fear of going to any type of party, even to a place with a lot of people, it’s too much for you, way too much for you…

The flashing lights, the tightness of your dress, the loud music, the people laughing too loudly and harshly… You have to go, you don’t want to ruin Zen’s night…

You can already feel the panic attack coming, your stomach flips into a pool of uneasiness and your head starts spinning like a top on hardwood

“Babe? What’s wrong, you’re pale…” he reaches out to stroke your cheek, but you just jerk away and say

“H-Hold on, I u-uh, I have to go… Do something,” you stammer out, hurrying to the bathroom

Your feet are loosing feeling in them as your breaths become more forced and short, your heart rate picking up in seconds

It doesn’t help that your dress is so god damned tight!!

You start pulling at it, arms shaking, but your legs are shaking worse

When you get to the bathroom, there are too many people in there for your comfort

You back out immediately, and find a storage closet

You don’t waste a second before going in and slamming the door behind you

You sit down and pull your knees to your chest, covering your ears in an attempt to shield the music

It doesn’t work very well, however

Your tears stream down your face, messing up your once perfect eye makeup

Sweat screams down your skin, and your body shakes horribly

This is worse than last time, or any of the times before for that matter! You can’t calm down, and part of it is knowing that you are most definitely going to ruin Zen’s night…

You wanna scream, you have to scream, but you can’t, you just can’t, not here!

You bite your lip to the point where it starts bleeding, screaming in your throat without opening your mouth

You fall onto the floor, in a ball, and try to cover yourself with your arms, trying to make yourself disappear, trying to make yourself dissolve into nothing, just like you deserve!

You only hear white noise now, you don’t even notice the storage door open

Sound seeps back into your ears when you hear Zen calling your name, pulling you into his arms

“MC! What’s wrong?! What happened? Did someone touch you? What happened? MC, please, tell me whats wrong…!” he begs

“Z-Zen…” you cry. You want to tell him you’re sorry, you want to tell him that you didn’t want to ruin his night, but you can’t find your words

You just sob into his shirt, trying your hardest not to scream, not to embarrass him, but it’s so hard…

“Come on, lets get out of here,” he speaks softly, picking you up bridal style so that you don’t have to walk

You cry uncontrollably into his arms, the shaking just getting worse

He sets you in the car, and just stares at you, not knowing what to say, “MC.. Please talk to me… please…” he holds onto your hands and stares into your teary eyes

“I-Its j-just too much… I’m s-sorry Zenny!” you sob, snot filling your nose

You can’t hold it back anymore

You let out a scream, and grab onto Zen for dear life

Your arms hold his chest so tightly, yet at the same time you want to be alone, you don’t want to be with someone…

“M-MC, I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean…”

You hide your face in his chest, wails of raw white fear emitting from deep in your throat

“Zen… Zen, Zen!” you repeat his name over and over again, and it causes even him to have tears in his eyes

In around 20 minutes you finally are able to calm down significantly

On the drive home you explain to Zen about your phobia, and how you thought you’d try tonight for him

He wasn’t upset at all, he was happy that you’d put yourself through that for him, but he doesn’t want you to do it again

he’s content with it just being you and him

Bonus!!

The next day, you had asked Zen to run out to pick up some coffee creamer

Little did he know that you were planning a very special night for the two of you

You felt bad about ruining his night, even though he claims it was okay

You know he’s still upset about not getting that part, so you get into your tight dress once more and dim the lights

You put on some music to play softly in the background

When he comes home he has the biggest dorkiest smile

“Well… I figured that I could help you get your mind off of not getting that part…”

The beast is excited

Jaehee

Jaehee knows about your phobia, because you trusted her enough to tell her, but she doesn’t know the extent of it

She know’s how much you hate public transport, and how you can barely do it

So when your car doesn’t start on a freezing cold morning, she knows that you are going to despise this

“M-MC… The car won’t start,” she says to you

Your heart d r o p s , you can feel it in your chest

You have to get to the coffee shop, you love going there, but it’s all the way in the city…

Jaehee grabs your hand, and hands you her phone with some headphones, “I-I don’t know much about your phobia, but maybe if you… I don’t know, listen to some music and close your eyes, it’ll help?”

You can tell she’s trying really hard, and normally she would just request you to stay home, but she know’s how much this coffee shop job means to you

You gulp, and nod, smiling a little, “thanks, Jaehee…. I love you so much,” you laugh a little, hugging her tightly

She’s a blushing mess lmao

“And maybe you can wear some sunglasses so people don’t notice that your eyes are closed?” she smiles, hugging you close to her. “Are you sure you don’t wanna stay home for the day?”

You nod, and say, “I wanna go with you… I don’t want this to rule my life forever. I’m ready to go.”

When you guys arrive at the subway station, she gives you her sunglasses and you put in your earbuds, making the volume abnormally loud

You know there are people around you, tons of people, scary people…

Jaehee’s fingers intertwine yours, and she holds you close to her on the subway, nervous for you

You can feel yourself starting to shake, so you focus on the music

You focus on each beat, every beat, the tone, the song, the lyrics, the people around you, the beat, the guitars, the voice, too many people, the meaning behind the words, each rhyme, each pause, the danger around you, no way out, no way off, stuck, stuck, stuck…

You feel Jaehee squeeze your hand, and you squeeze right back

You squeeze so hard that you know it must hurt her, but you can’t let go… Her grasp is the only thing holding you back from losing it

You feel her start pulling you forward, and you follow her

Soon you can feel yourself get off of the subway… you made it

You made it without breaking down! But… How are you going to get back home now? It was hard enough to get through that…

Jaehee reaches up to your cheeks and pulls your earbuds out, smiling warmly at you, “you made it, MC! I was worried that you wouldn’t… I’m so happy you were able to control it, even if it was just once..” she hugs you, and you hug her back, shaking still

But she doesn’t mention the shaking

She’s just so happy for you! She know’s how much you fear public transportation

“Thank you, Jaehee….” you kiss her cheek and she smiles

“Don’t worry MC, the car should be warmer as the day goes on. I’ll take the subway home and drive back to pick you up, okay?”

What did you do to deserve this sunflower of a woman?

Jumin

Jumin doesn’t really understand much about mental illnesses and phobia’s

He’s so used to repression, how could he understand it?

So when you guys had to go overseas for a vacation, you knew you would have to take a plane

And taking a plane, meant going to the airport

And at the airport… Well the airport is full of scary people, right? You hate airports.

You can handle anything but them, even though it took you years to get used to crowds in general

But airports are the one thing that you cannot handle, and you weren’t about to tell Jumin that.

Would he understand? Would he be able to comprehend the seriousness of your phobia? You want him to of course, but you’re too scared of the outcome

You tried to get around it the easy way at first– why not just vacation here?

But he wants you to see the world with your own eyes, not just simple pictures that other people have taken

He wants to take you to the cherry farm… which you know is important to him

That was the first attempt to get out of it

The second attempt, you took really long in the morning getting ready before the big trip, so hopefully you wouldn’t have to stay in the airport for very long

But, with your luck, the flight got delayed.

D e l a y e d

So now you have to sit through it and try not to have a panic attack

Jumin, on the ride to the airport, is going on and on about how excited he is to share this with you and you can’t help but smile

You can’t let him down… You have to be strong, right?

You thought you could handle it, but when it came into sight you lost all hopes of ‘handling it’

What are you going to do?! You can’t just l e t Jumin see you break down, you’ll have to run off and hide somewhere… Alone

You make it through security just fine, but the anexity is setting in

Your heart begins with just a flutter, before it plunges into an uncontrollable panic

While you two are sitting in the waiting chairs, you can’t help but think about how long you’ll be stuck here

So much can happen in 2 hours…

“Jumin, I’ll be right back, okay?” you smile forcefully at him, and stand

“Let me go with you-”

“No,” you don’t wanna cut him off, but you can’t help it. “I wanna go alone.”

“W-Well where are you going?” he asks, surprised at your coldness

“Away,” you whisper, trying to stop your shaking

You begin to walk away, but he’s following you, asking if you’re mad at him for something

“N-No I’m not I just need to go away for a little bit…”

He grabs your hand, and pulls you into him

That’s when he notices the tears

“MC?? What’s the matter, darling?”

Your lips quivers, and your eyes dart from place to place

You can’t control it

You don’t stand a chance against it.

“Jumin l-let me go…”

He frowns, against the idea entirely. You’re on the verge of tears for seemingly no reason at all, he has to do something!

“I can’t do that. Not until you tell me-”

You start shaking, and biting your thumb hard so that you don’t scream

You crash to the ground, and he comes with you, holding your shaking form tightly against his chest

he can’t help but freak out??

“I-I can’t do it Jumin, I can’t, I don’t wanna be here, I wanna get on the plane I wanna g-get out of here!”

Jumin’s mind is racing, and his heart is breaking at the sight of you like this

He doesn’t know what to do, do you truly want to be alone? Do you want him to embrace you? What?

“I can’t handle it,” you whisper out, trying not to make too much noise to attract a crowd

“Can’t handle what, my love? Tell me and I’ll, I’ll fix it for you…”

“The a-air… The airport…” you stammer, trying your hardest to calm down

But the harder you try to conceal it the more you shake…

“MC we… We can’t leave, security won’t let us back in…” he frowns. “We don’t have to go on the trip. We’ll go home, and I’ll get a private plane, how does that sound?”

“N-No that won’t be necessary…” you cry into his chest, holding the folds of his shirt tightly in your sweaty fist

“MC… This trip isn’t just about me, it’s about us… Come on, lets go home…”

Needless to say, on the ride home you were able to let it all out, and tell Jumin everything.

Your old fears, and the ones you just can’t get rid of

And he even opened up to you a little about some of the memories that plague his mind, and the ones he’s worked hard to get over

you believe that together you can help the other grow in ways they couldn’t on their own

Your relationship has reached a milestone

and now?

You’re more than ready for the future, even if it is still scary

Saeyoung

Agent 707 has a lot of problems with depression

So in a sense, it was almost comforting when he found out that you weren’t all happy sunshine either

You had fears and sadness hidden deep within you

Just like him

And he figured it out before the rest of the RFA, and he had an idea that you had agoraphobia, just the way you acted gave him small little clue’s

but when the day of the party rolled around, you really did not want to go

Even though he hasn’t officially seen you yet, he still knew that what he feels for you isn’t just platonic

So when people kept nagging you to come to the party, he finally messaged them: come on guys, maybe MC has her own reasons for not wanting to go

he was happy when you left the chatroom and privately messaged him: thank you:)

He knew what he was planning was wrong, and that he shouldn’t do it, but he couldn’t stand going to the party without you… But he also couldn’t stand not seeing you

He managed to somehow sneak away, and get out of the party without getting his head chopped off by Yoosung or Jaehee

He went to your/Rika’s apartment, and quietly unlocked the door, opening it to go inside

“MC~!” he grins. “It’s me! Your warrior seven-zero-seven who fought for justice when the RFA was forcing you to attend the party!”

“S-Saeyong?” you ask, coming out of the room you were in. “Is that really… You?” you smile hugely, and rush over to him, hugging him so suddenly that he falls to the ground

“Hahaha! Of course it is, dumby! By the way, the party is totally lame,” he chuckles, hugging you close to him. “I figured meeting you would be much more exciting… And I was right. As usual!”

You giggle, and hug him tighter, “thank you for understanding…”

“So… MC, why didn’t you wanna come to the party?” he asks in a serious tone

“I-It’s nothing personal! I just… Don’t like parties, is all… I guess…”

“I see….”

Uh oh, does he not like you anymore? Was that the wrong answer? Oh no, you’ve screwed everything up!

“Good!” he chirps. “I don’t like parties either. I guess we’ll just have to keep each other company then, huh.”

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arcs-and-blah · 7 years

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remember when i made this post about otp in disneyland then said i’d do a california adventures on a bad day? well.... here’s the california adventures part!!

OTP California Adventures HC fluff!!

alright, so they get there in the morning right? well Nijimura just springing to Paradise Pier before the lines get too long and of course he’s holding onto Akashi the whole time. good thing he’s an athlete hehe

they go to Toy Story Mania first bc yeah there’s no fastpasses for that ride. it’s basically astroblaster take two! I feel Akashi would enjoy Mania a bit more because there’s so much to it. high score anyone!

(they come back later in the evening bc Nijimura gotta see and yep the high score still there. heck Akashi beat it the second time through)

afterwards is Screamin’! Akashi’s hair is even worse than when he was in Tomorrowland’s rides. and Nijimura of course been on the ride a thousand times, so he knows when the camera is cue silly faces! Akashi’s just like ‘why’ bc maybe he’d want the photo! doesn’t matter bc yeah Akashi would definitely want the photo Nijimura was cute.

oh no on the ride, they do that count down thing at the pier before they shoot you through the ride right? well just Nijimura watching Akashi, Akashi’s like ‘what are you looking at?’ and Nijimura fucking loses it laughing because he’s never see Akashi so startled and discomposed.

continuing down the pier, Nijimura has to stop Akashi from playing the boardwalk games. he does not succeed. Akashi winning toys for little kiddies all around!

they go on Mickey’s Fun Wheel! Nijimura wants to go in the moving cart. Akashi unknowingly gives the okay. Akashi feels lied to when it comes to the name. it’s not fun. he’s feeling so nauseous and as green as Midorima. Nijimura feels bad, but he can’t help but smile as he comforts Akashi.

“Shuuzou, get me off this ride.” “aw come on, Sei. just two more circles. you can do it!”

they give you barf bags in the cart for the moving ones, the mom from the family sitting with them sympathetically passes it to Akashi. Akashi’s never going on another ferris wheel.

afterwards, Nijimura asks if Akashi wants to try the Golden Zephyer. Akashi’s prepare to shove his boyfriend into the water.

they decide to take it slow with Jumpin’ Jellyfish so Akashi’s nausea can calm down. not that they mind the slow ride. it was cute and yeah a nice change of pace! Nijimura points out the ride they’re going on next. and just when Akashi got his stomach back.

Goofy’s Sky School! Akashi sits on the left while Nijimura on the right. this is important bc there are more sharp left turns, so Nijimura cushioning his dear boyfriend during a sharp turn.

OH MY GOSH every time Akashi slides into him, Nijimura gives him a sweet kiss on the cheek!! Akashi’s new favorite ride!

okay now Akashi’s okay to go on circle-y rides. Silly Symphony and Golden Zephyer! which were both actually very relaxing. same with Ariel’s Undersea Adventure!

psst. They overheard a little girl pointing at them like ‘they look like Ariel and Eric’ bc hair color and ADORABLENESS! (idea from something Toki said a while back hehehe~)

okay by now it’s definitely like very hot. hotter than morning sun, afternoon sun. anyway, Nijimura decides it’s definitely time to head to Grizzly Peak for the Grizzly River Run! the two of them take sooo many pictures while waiting in line bc of the pretty waterfall and everything.

Akashi seated spot in the circle makes it so he’s backwards at first. getting unexpected wet when those ‘leaky pipes’ drips over him. also, curled up a bit when preparing the the first ‘drop’ (that tiny one) and Nijimura can die happy his boyfriend is so cute. Akashi is prepared to kill Nijimura himself with how he’s being teased.

jokes on Nijimura. he sat on the side seats and got most wet. well at least that was what they were going for with the heat and all.

walking to their next destination, at a crossroad at Cars Land and “A Bug’s Land.” they got Cars Land. Nijimura know what he doing!

Mater’s Junkyard Jamboree! Akashi returning the kisses Nijimura gave him earlier ( /)//////(\)

they probably go on Luigi’s Flying Tires but i’ve never been on it myself since every time i go it’s always down so i can’t give my thoughts im sorry

finally another fast pace ride! Radiator Springs Racers! Nijimura doesn’t know what to think when their car wins the little race the ride does. i mean, it’s 50/50 chance and all, but seriously Akashi! doesn’t need to do anything and still a win!

now this is what i mean when Nijimura knows what he’s doing. they cut into “A Bug’s Land.” now, they’re pretty much all smaller rides, but that doesn’t mean Akashi doesn’t love the place.

Nijimura couldn’t help but laugh when Akashi compliments the park designers’ work, making it so they ‘shrink’ down to bug sizes and all!

hehe catching ‘It’s Tough to be a Bug’ show~

okay. not time for one of Nijimura’s favorite rides. Hollywood Tower of Terror! Akashi hesitant bc freaking free falls, but Nijimura still taking in right in~

Nijimura not saying anything when they’re going up and Akashi’s holding into his hand super tightly despite his face not super freaked out. Though, Nijimura knows bc Akashi’s eye’s are narrowed.

going up and up and up and DROP “DEAR GOD I WASN’T READY!” ~ Akashi Seijuurou 2k1X

may or may not be based off real thing i did on the ride

Akashi mad at Nijimura yet again for teasing and laughing at him.

Nijimura wanting the photo at this ride bc hIS BOYFRIEND TOO CUTE

Akashi finally on sweet sweet land again, but nope! Nijimura taking back back to Grizzly Peak! They going to Soarin’! (i take offense to anyone who’d think i forget)

Akashi wonders why they didn’t go after River Run since they’re next to each other, but then feels the nice AC inside and yeah soaking wet to AC’ed room probably not the best

now this i can see being one of Akashi’s fav rides too! bc it really does feel like they’re soaring and the artificial wind blowing feels so nice and the scenery is so great and well done Disney hehe~

btw, it’s probably still daylight, yet to went to pretty much all the rides in California Adventures, so they park hop and chill at Disneyland again for a bit. go on a few rides a second time.

oh! maybe catch the Aladdin show! hehe, Akashi poking fun and like ‘well, we can definitely relate to the Aladdin story’. Nijimura like ‘what’ but then caught the jeer about him being a delinquent ‘street rat’ and yeah Akashi freaking rich kid. Nijimura gets back at him by calling him princess

they come back for World of Color at night though and WORLD OF COLOR! they got a good spot bc Nijimura was sprinting to the ticket line that morning before Toy Story Mania and yeah come first for color seating (this and here if anyone wanna check it out bc it pretty! from youtube)

Akashi finds the music and visuals shown on the water so charming and cute. Also! mini animation history lesson!

Nijimura just watched Akashi’s eyes light up before with the fireworks, now he gets to relive it with the World of Color!!

MORE FLUFF AND CUDDLES AS THEY STAND AND WATCH!!

when it ends, Akashi asks if they’re all done with California Adventures. Nijimura takes him to one last ride: King Triton’s Carousel! Akashi laughing at some of the sea creature designs, setting for a cute otter bc OTTERS (yall know how much i love otters~)

when they finally do leave, they exit the park and notice the fireworks going off at Disneyland. so they stay to watch that once more hehe~

this one is 42 points! and yeah definitely brought back my mood again hehe~ never know, i might do a mini Downtown Disney one just in case i get dressed again later. this really does work, but there’s only 2 Disney parks i’m SUPER familiar with

you guys! let me know if you went through this one too! and share other NijiAka in Disneyland hc stuff too! or NijiAka in general! or even other ships you might share with me in Disneyland! actually, i could do that too with other otps hehe~

thanks for reading my long ass hcs if you did!

#another NijiAka installment!#arcs blah

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